Kinky Machine - Bring On The Clones lyrics

A bed so soft who would have known

She'd give birth to a hooligan

I'm out of time but don't count me in

another brain dead mannequin

The sad thing's you don't know

I hoped you'd 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

We're out of touch but don't count us in

Another brain dead manikin

The sad thing's you don't know...

BRING ON THE CLONES

It's the saddest thing you've never known

I hope you fall out of your high window

There you go

BRING ON THE CLONES