Lyric 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.