Speculative Fiction by Camberwell Now Lyrics

There's a force-field on the front lawn
There's a maniac in the vacuum-cleaner
A cloudburst in the living room
Newscaster face turns green, then blue
Signal to noise ratio

Used-needle data litters endless corridors
Computer Sphinx spits needless riddles
More and more questions, less and less answers
"Can a man-made machine be held responsible?"
A moral question needs a moral answer
It's under control for the time being