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 d**h 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