| We must uncover the truth in the name of science
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| Our passive subject sits too tired to scratch
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| Dwarfed by cold metallic gods
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| He worships every channel in his brave new room
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| The video rat has seen it all
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| It all goes in but nothing comes out
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| It all goes in
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| But you can’t get his attention
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| Opposites repel
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| And like attract
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| But no one ever touches the video rat
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| He was ambushed in a cul-de-sac of screens
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| And he’s always under observation
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| The video rat has seen it all
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| He was damaged by the new reality
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| And now he’s got no conversation
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| The video rat has seen it all
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| It all goes in but nothing comes out
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| It all goes in
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| But you can’t get his attention
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| Opposites repel
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| And like attract
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| But no one ever touches the video rat
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| He knows no reason to question why
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| What is life in this brave new room
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| Quite unprepared for any human touch
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| He’s seen it all
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| The first man on the moon
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| Opposites repel
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| And like attract
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| But no one ever touches the video rat
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| Woodwind: OLLIE W. TAYLER
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| Guitar: JAMIE WEST-ORAM |