The Blasters Follow

American Music lyrics

I see you
Down in the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes
You're a suicide makeover

Plastic eyes
Looking through a numbskull
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

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