Lyrics:

Home of the clones

I went walking on my own

Queen of the scene

I think I knew then what could be



A real high low

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go



And a real high low

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go



The clones are here on the side of the street

Turning inside out

The clones are here on the side of the street

And we, we don’t belong

And we, don’t understand



Queens on the streets

The early evening walks with me

I tried life on a whim

You play to lose you play to win



A real high low

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go



And a real high low

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go

On the find I’ll go



The clones are here on the side of the street

Turning inside out

The clones are here on the side of the street

And we, we don’t belong

And we, don’t understand



The clones are free on the side of the street

Turning inside out

The clones are here on the side of the street

And we, we don’t belong

And we, don’t understand

And we, we don’t belong

And the chance slips through our hands