The Clone Blues
The Fireside Wake
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They've all got brains the size of stones And little sticks and twigs instead of their bones But when they step up to the microphone Looks like they're seething with testosterone Instructing children to devour their own Rape and breaking everything in their home It makes them think that they're fully grown But in the end they're just a bunch of Clones from a magazine Most pathetic thing that I've ever seen Drones, dope, amphetamines Just stock me in a guillotine I got a buncha shit a-brewin in me About a bitch and all her apathy But the real dramatic irony Is that his brewing tank is fully empty And it's so cool to sport this attitude Like you're special and indignantly rude I've never seen you expel gratitude Your logic is completely Screwed up and full of holes Heart is warm but as black as coal Cause being pious really takes its toll Just put me down with a loaded pistol Decrepit junky fantasy May as well be an amputee And if you ever try to disagree Man I'll treat you like an employee Cause they're just clones from a magazines Most pathetic thing that I've ever seen Drones, dope, amphetamines Just stock me in a guillotine
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