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  1. The Clone Blues

From the recording The Fireside Wake

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Lyrics

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