I see you down on the front line Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover Plastic eyes looking 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 And you got no reply You, where did you come from? Got a head full of lead, you're an inbred bastard son All dressed up, red-blooded Amannequin Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic You're pathetic 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 And you got no reply You don't know You don't say And you got no reply I see you down on the front line Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover You don't know You don't say And you got no reply