Текст (слова) песни: Harrison George - Blood From A Clone
They say they like it, but, now in the market it May not go well as it`s too laid back. You need some oomph-papa, nothing like Frank Zappa And not New Wave they don`t play that crap Try beating your head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Don`t have time for the music They want the blood from a clone I hear a clock ticking I feel the nit-picking I almost quit kicking at the wall There seems a confusion, under the illusion That they know just what will suit you all Beating my head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Ain`t got time for the music They want the blood from a clone There is no sense to it Pure pounds and pence to it They`re so intense too makes me amazed Don`t want no music but, they`re making you sick with Some awful noises that may get played By beating their heads on a brick wall Hard like a stone Ain`t no messing `round with music Give them the blood from a clone Where will it all lead us I thought we had freed us >From the mundane seems I`m wrong again Could be they lack roots, they`re still wearing jack boots they`re Marching somewhere in the pouring rain Beating my head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Don`t have time for the music They want the blood from a clone.
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