Bring on The Clones — текст песни (Kinky Machine)

A bed so soft who would have known

Shed give birth to a hooligan

Im out of time but dont count me in

Another brain dead mannequin



The sad things you dont know

I hoped youd choke to death on that wishbone

But there you go



Bring on the clones



The little prince from malibu

He wants to tell us what to do

Were out of touch but dont count us in

Another brain dead manikin



The sad things you dont know...



Bring on the clones



Its the saddest thing youve never known

I hope you fall out of your high window

There you go



Bring on the clones