American Music

I see you down in the front line

Such a sight for sore eyes

You're a suicide makeover

Plastic eyes

Looking through a numb skull

Sell effaced, what's his face

You erased yourself

So shut up, you don't let up

You have a growth that must be treated

Like a sudden severe pain in the neck

You can smell it but you can't see it

No explanation identified

'Cause you don't know, you don't say

And you got no reply

Hey you, where did you come from?

Got a head full of lead

You're an inbred bastard son

All dressed up, redblooded

A mannequin, do or die, no reply

Don't deny that you're synthetic

You're pathetic