They say they like it but now in the market   It may not go well as it's too laid back   You need some oomph, papa, nothing like Frank Zappa   And not new wave, they don't play that crap      Try beating your head on a brick wall   Hard like a stone   Don't have time for the music   They want the blood from a clone      I hear a clock ticking, I feel the nitpicking   I almost quit kicking at the wall   There seems a confusion under the illusion   That they know just what will suit you all      Beating my head on a brick wall   Hard like a stone   Ain't got time for the music   They want the blood from a clone      There is no sense to it, pure pounds and pence to it   They're so intense too, makes me amazed   Don't want no music but they're making you sick with   Some awful noises that may get played      By beating their heads on a brick wall   Hard like a stone   Ain't no messing 'round with music   Give them the blood from a clone      Beating my head on a brick wall   Hard like a stone   Ain't got time for the music   They want the blood from a clone      Where will it all lead us? I thought we had freed us   From the mundane, seems I'm wrong again   Could be they lack roots, they're still wearing Jack boots   And marching somewhere in the pouring rain      Beating my head on a brick wall   Hard like a stone   Don't have time for the music   They want the blood from a clone      By beating their heads on a brick wall   Hard like a stone   Ain't no messing 'round with music   Give them the blood from a clone      Beating my head on a brick wall   Hard like a stone   Ain't got time for the music   They want the blood from a clone