(don’t do as) simon says
P.a blares recycled techno tunes
Eugene the clone’s agitating his wings
With ragged clothes and bogus hunger games
Drenched in fake gasoline
Get a grip on your body and don’t do as you’re told
Don’t do as simon says
Lower your arms and open your eyes
This should ring a big bell don’t do as simon says
Phony warriors try their best on the stage
No one ignores they love to look insane
Never afraid to play with conceptions
Out of reach of their brains
Someone should give them news from the front
It might be handy when it comes to plagiarism
Never ashamed the clone lacks a dimension
Keeps on banging his drum
Full of himself fantasizing his life
Eugene the clone is looking insecure
You’re the enemy if you don’t belong to his tribe
That’s the fate of the boor
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