Paroles Blood from a clone George Harrison

Blood from a clone

They say they like it, now, but in the market it
May not go well as its too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like
Frank zappa
And not new wave they dont play that crap

Tyr beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nitpicking
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
Aint got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
Theyre so intense too makes me amazed
Dont want no music but, theyre making you
Sick with
Some awful noises that may get played

By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint 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 Im wrong again
Could be they lack roots, theyre still wearing
Jack boots theyre
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone