How Much For The Mannequin

How much for the mannequin
To take my place
I'm sure he'd do a better job at running my race
He'd fit in here nicely, say and do nothing
Like the best and all the rest, but I've got something (like a)

Thoughtless prophecy
A wordless philosophy
Stop the simulation I wanna log off

There's money for monotony
Leave spine at the gate
Passion free now if you please, and you better not be late
To do nothing every day, simply sit and waste away
Regale me now with tales of your prime

Cos it's a thoughtless prophecy
A wordless philosophy
Stop this simulation I wanna go home
It's a thoughtless prophecy
A soulless atrocity
Stop this simulation I wanna go home

Polarised politically, separated cynically
What a generation I come from
Endless senseless depravity
And hyper morality
What a moment I have grown up in

Cos it's a thoughtless prophecy
A wordless philosophy
Stop this simulation I wanna go home
It's a thoughtless prophecy
A worthless philosophy
Stop the simulation I wanna get off
Stop the simulation I wanna get off

It's a thoughtless prophecy
Wordless philosophy
How much now for the mannequin my man?
I said how much now for the mannequin my man



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Writer(s): Leslie Hibbert
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