El Clon

In the near future, I’ll have a clone made
A perfect identical twin born in the lab
To make back my investment, I’ll work him to the bone
I’m his master, his creator, now I’ll have a slave

Miracle of genetics, sweating in the factory
My double gets punished while I’m enjoying the profits
He’ll give me the good life, I’ll move to Florida
While my clone works down in Latin America

If one day my clone gets upset, complains, and rebels
I’ll give him a little candy, invite him to end the strike
Better stay submissive or I’ll call the cops
What an ungrateful clone, doesn’t even have a belly button

These things drive me crazy
These things drive me crazy
These things drive me crazy
These things drive me crazy

I want to play God
I want to play God
I want to play God
I want to play God

I want a clone, clone
I want a clone
I want a clone, clone
I want a clone
I want a clone, clone
I want a clone...