I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numb skull.
Self-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 severed 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.
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And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded,
A mannequin Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Song writers: ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE / WRIGHT, FRANK E., III / PRITCHARD, MICHAEL