Whose Line Was It Anyway Lyrics

How many clones does it take to realise it's a trend?
Free thinking yet conformed degenerates
A plague of scenes righteous on clean and sober air
(This is our time) It's somewhat comforting to know there's still a place
A place that somehow always still remains
(Left far behind) Yet now and then resurfacing unrecognised
Waiting in line to witness your demise
Clean matching suits, uniform to symbolise
Referencing, contradiction and aggressive play-acting
Required to scream with confused fists in the air

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