1.I Want To Be A Clone
I've gone through so much other stuff
That walking down the aisle was tough
But now I know it's not enough -
I Want To Be A Clone.
I asked the Lord into my heart.
They said that that's the way to start,
But now you've got to play the part.
I Want To Be A Clone.
Be a clone and kiss conviction goodnight.
Cloneliness is next to godliness - RIGHT!
I'm grateful that they showed the way
'Cause I could never know the way
To serve him on my own -
I Want To Be A Clone.
They told me that I'd fall away
Unless I followed what they say;
Who needs the Bible anyway？
I Want To Be A Clone.
Their language, it was new to me,
But 'Christianese' got through to me;
Now I can speak it fluently.
I Want To Be A Clone.
Be a clone . . .
'Send in the clones......'
(Uh, I kinda wanted to tell some of my friends and people about
it,
you know？)
WHAT？？？？
You're still a babe, you have to grow,
Give it twenty years or so.
'Cause if you want to be one of his,
Gotta act like one of US!
Be a clone . . .
So now I see the whole design：
My church is an assembly line.
The parts are there, I'm feeling fine.
I Want To Be A Clone.
I've learned enough to stay afloat,
But not so much I rock the boat.
I'm glad they shoved it down my throat -
I Want To Be A Clone!
(Everybody must get cloned)
2.Whatcha Gonna Do When Your Number's Up？
Sally's into knowledge,
Spent her years in college
Just to find out nothing is true.
She can hardly speak now;
Words are not unique now
'Cause they can't say anything new.
You say humanist philosophy is what it's all about.
You're so open-minded that your brain leaked out.
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up,
Time to lay diplomas down;
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up
And you're buried six feet underground？
Spent your life looking out for number one,
Pridle'll come before a fall.
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up？
Were you thinking that was the end of it all？
Harry's a civilian,
Wants to make a million
So he keeps on plugging away.
Money is eternal
Like the Wall Street Journal;
Yes, they're gonna make him happy someday.
Grabbin' for the gusto
Gonna hit paydirt or bust.
Where's it gonna get you
When you bite the dust？
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up,
Time to lay your money down;
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up
And you're buried six feet underground？
Spent your life looking out for number one,
Pridle'll come before a fall.
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up？
Were you thinking that was the end of it all？
Buried in your psyche is the shadow of a doubt.
You're so open-minded that your brains leaked out.
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