Blood From A Clone — текст песни (Harrison George)

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.