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
I hoped you'd choke to death on that wishbone
But there you go
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

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