(Brock / Calvert)
i would have like you
to have been
deep frozen too
and waiting still
as fresh in your flesh
for my return to earth
but your father refused
to sign the forms
to freeze you
let's see
you'd bee
about sixty now
and long dead
by the the time i return
to earth
my time held dreams
were full of you
as you were
when i left:
still under-age

your android replica
is playing up again
it's no joke
when she comes
she moans
another's name

that's the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
it's just the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
and that's the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
that is the spirit of the age

i am a clone
i am not alone
every fibre of my flesh
and bone
is identical to ther others'
everything i say
is in the same tone
as my test-tube brothers'
voice.
there is no choice
between us
if you had ever seen us
you'd rejoice
in your uniqueness
and consider every weakness
something special
of your own
being a clone
i have no flaws to identify
even this doggerel
that pours from my pen
has just been written by
another twenty
telepathic men
it says:
o for the wings
of any bird
other than a battery hen.

but that's the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
that's just the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
it's just the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
adjust the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
unjust the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)