Killer Wave Studio

Lyrics: 
Intro
Ladies and Gentleman, please give it up for us.

Verse 1
We are your clones but the truth is you are on your own.
You're just allowed to keep our seats warm 'till we claim the throne.
We are the yield of entitlement mentality,
which means your job, your shack, your fortune all belong to me.

Verse 2
We are your clones but compete against your ass for cash.
We need a minute to win it but spend an hour to bash!
We are the norm of uniqueness, we form one man troops.
So please don't try to join my team, I just take bills and boobs.

Pre-Chorus
We are your clones of meritocracy,
your dog-eat-dog society,
designed for productivity,
no time for shared identity.
We are your clones but want to be the best.
We're bred to spread to then congest.
Elite because we passed a test.
We're gonna beat the rest!

Chorus
We are your clones,
but our resemblance is no boon.
We'll make no bones,
about replacing you soon,
'cause we're your clones.

Verse 3
We are your clones, so I give you the right to talk to my hand.
I'd like to listen to all of your stories, but my mind says I can't.
We are the hand on the watch, there's nothing we can't pass
And you will never reach our benchmark 'cause it's simply out of your class.

Pre-Chorus
We are your clones of meritocracy,
your dog-eat-dog society,
designed for productivity,
no time for shared identity.
We are your clones but want to be the best.
We're bred to spread to then congest.
Elite because we passed a test.
We're gonna eat the rest!

Chorus
We are your clones,
but our resemblance is no boon.
We'll make no bones,
about replacing you soon,
'cause we're your clones,
but our resemblance is no boon.
We'll make no bones,
about replacing you soon,
'cause we're your clones.

Bridge
So far, so good I think my position got pretty clear. So now it's time, to rub it in.
Oh, I'm looking forward to the moment
when you'll be on your knees begging for mercy.
You'll be petting my platypus, in my mansion, in Beverly fucking Hills and do you know what I'll be doing meanwhile?
I'll be lying on the hills of Beverly, counting my cash, the boot will be on the other foot,

Chorus
'Cause you're our clones!
But our resemblance is no boon.
You'll make no bones,
about replacing us soon.
We are your clones of meritocracy,
your dog-eat-dog society,
designed for productivity,
no time for shared identity.
The clones but want to be the best.
We're bred to spread to then congest.
Elite because we passed a test.
We're gonna eat the rest!
We are your clones.
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