Scientist Lyrics - Richard Dawson

I am come straight from the palace 

Through the toadsong to your step 

At the behest of the king 

With a gift for your temple 

I have lugged this strange contraption 

Over many a hoary dale 

Unbar the batw! Take me to the house 

Of your so-called priest blasphemer! 

"We do not require the use of your abandon 

We have our own seeing-device, powered by waste 

It no longer recognises words or numbers" 

As a fellow citizen of reason 

I strongly suggest you reconsider your position 

Otherwise you may face truly dire consequences 

The instalment of this modern wonder 

Is for your own benefit 

Down will rain boiling tar on your rooves, if you refuse 

"We have long-since in a vision fleed into the nameless foothills 

Somewhere fire cannot live a secret dome 

Enclosing a whole word made anew"