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