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 nit-picking
  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
  
  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
  they're
  
  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.