Текст песни Blood From A Clone, George Harrison
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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. |