Call him mr. carbon copy King of all the double people He's an echo, a reflection Nobody you'd want to be Living among the bodysnatchers Making sets of matching people Piling up the body doubles He has everything he needs ♪ Tired of turning blood into bourbon Bones into ashes, mountains of glasses Shatter them all and start again ♪ Tired of turning slowly suburban While memory passes from base to acid Erase the tape and start again Call him mr. carbon copy King of all the double people He's an echo, a reflection Nobody you'd want to be Following mr. carbon copy Echoing his every order We are only blurry copies