Oh can you tell, one from another?
A man, from his brother?
Oh you can't
They look the same
They must be
Identical twins
Will you get me high man?
Say goodbye man?
Turn me round and
Walk away
Now I hear all the chatters lies of milk made man in black
He's walking down through the crack
And he doesn't seem to lack
A single thing
Wit and beauty
Looks of a crook
He doesn't even need them
He keeps on going
Like the wind that's blowing
He gathers more
On his tour
And he ain't gonna stop
Until he's got them all
It seems like the whole world now
At least what I know of it