Lyrics:

They say they like it, but, now in the market itMay not go well as it's too laid back.You need some oomph-papa, nothing like Frank ZappaAnd not New Wave they don't play that crapTry beating your head on a brick wallHard like a stoneDon't have time for the musicThey want the blood from a cloneI hear a clock tickingI feel the nit-pickingI almost quit kicking at the wallThere seems a confusion, under the illusionThat they know just what will suit you allBeating my head on a brick wallHard like a stoneAin't got time for the musicThey want the blood from a cloneThere is no sense to itPure pounds and pence to itThey're so intense too makes me amazedDon't want no music but, they're making you sick withSome awful noises that may get playedBy beating their heads on a brick wallHard like a stoneAin't no messing 'round with musicGive them the blood from a cloneWhere will it all lead usI thought we had freed us