O, God of technology
Material energy
Save, o won’t you save the last dance for me
Working in Los Alamos
We lost control of every choice
It’s all anonymous now boys
All part of a big game
Damage is near, brain damage is near
Brain damage is near, brain damage is near, Oh!
Bell gave us the telephone
Watt gave me the microphone
Until now things were reasonably clear
Once knowledge was freedom boys
Gave us the strength of nature
Showed us resources that could make
Our emancipation more than just a word
Damage is near, brain damage is near
Brain damage is near, brain damage is near
Lost control, lost control, lost control
Nuclear mission nuclear nukes and
Missiles pointing their warheads at our foreheads
Even if we turn around, around, around…
There’s not one big brother after all
Because when Oppenheimer died
His kids were there, alive and well
And reproducing, reproducing, reproducing
Damage is near, brain damage is near
Brain damage is near, brain damage is near
Lost control, lost control, lost control