The Man wth the Blurry Face

歌詞

It started off like a regular tuesday The newspaper had nothing much to say Hardly noticed anything peculiar in him Cigarette, cold coffee, first of all Six o clock, the american prodigal son Comin home to the same complete disaster again Well he seemed like the quiet type Nothing out of place You know he looked kind of familiar The man with the blurry face Clean cut to green suburban lawns You win and you see that something's wrong But the home ain't broken, just the occupants Break down on the main production line A small oversight in the machine design Another victim of built in obselence Well he seemed like the quiet type Nothing out of place You know I think I remember him, The man with the blurry face The man with the blurry face He's got a future in television In the land of infotainment, Everyone can be a star Running late for a very early grave We all sleep in the bed our parents made The human element seems to be at fault again Five bodies in the local shopping mall Twenty bullets in the master bedroom wall I don't think those stains are coming out, my friend Well he seemed like the quiet type Nothing out of place You know I think I remember him, The man with the blurry face The man with the blurry face Coming soon to your surveillance system In the land of the prisoner and the home of the slave The man with the blurry face All he wanted was fifteen minutes In the land of the loaded gun and the home of the grave