Not a replicant

Gonna be a legal shitshow when he kicks off - imagine all the claims on his estate.

Lord, we don’t any windmills

There are windmills and turbines enough to turn

There are panels and hydros enough to burn, enough to last, ‘til the end of time

What the world needs now, is gas, sweet gas

It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of

With deep apologies to Hal David