Interpret:

George Harrison

Album:

Somewhere In England

They say they like it, now, but 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 


Tyr 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 


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