Standard (EADGBE)

I would've liked 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 be about 60 now,

 and long dead by the time I return to Earth

 My time held dreams were full of you,

 as you were when I left; still underage

 Your android replica is playing up again it's no joke

 When she comes she moans another's name

 But that's the spirit of the age,

 That's the spirit of the age

 Spirit of the age

 Spirit of the age

I am a clone, I am not alone

Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to the others

Everything I say is in the same tone

 as my test tube brother's 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,

word for word, it says:

"Oh, for the wings of any bird, other than a battery hen".

 Spirit of the age

 Spirit of the age

 Spirit of the age

 Spirit of the age