Clones

He writes books and she buys pants
They listen to the television, go to the dance
She's looking for the hookup, he's looking for romance
He's giving her a look although he never had a chance

With the white girl listening to hip-hop
Driving on a Tuesday in her daddy's SUV
'Cause it's a white boy kicking it in flip-flops
Representing uptown chilly cooling cold like a G

Who's set to spread the lips, spread the seed, spread the word
That the private reserve won't be tapped by a nerd
He's out to set you straight what you thought that you heard
That the breaking of the pack had straight never occurred

And everywhere I look I see the same shirt
Talking 'bout BanaCrombie AberGap and Fitch on the one-two
And everywhere I go I hear the same song
Talking bout the Fat Pink ZeppeJimi DaveBob Crew

I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double
We've been slowly taken over by clones
Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the
Sake of keeping up with the Joneses
Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming
I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones
The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning
I can feel it in the back of my bones

The wood grain of the windowpane
Has been covered up with siding to protect it from the rain
The driveway begins at the end of the drain
'Cause the houses in my neighborhood they all look the same

We come home at six, scratch the heads of our pets
Crack a beer and watch the news and that's as good as it gets
Feed the kids, fuck the wife, pay the credit card debts
If there's more to life than this we haven't found it yet

But we go to the office and we go to the church
And we go to the pusherman to help us with the search
'Cause we wanna stop dying the life we could be living
Jocking cock with Deepak, Doc Spock and David Niven

Only everywhere I go I see the same shirt
Talking 'bout the Perry Farrah Lauren Prada Chaps on the one-two
And everywhere I go I hear the same song
Talking 'bout the smooth flat jazz of FM 102

I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double
We've been slowly taken over by clones
Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the
Sake of keeping up with the Jones-es
Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming
I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones
The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning
I can feel it in the back of my bones