Break up the children and put them to bed   inform the services what is declared   if I gave you your country back   then we could see   if we could go far enough in our machine      In our machine there's a thousand white dials   full of minutes and moments and metres and miles   if I gave you your country back    then we could see   if we could go fast enough in our machine      Soon to be molten   piece of crap's broken      Sit by the dials and focus on this   compensate for what was lost in eclipse   if I gave you the keys and said   "do something useful!"   melt her down, recast as something more fruitful