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