Woorden: Green Day. Prosthetic Head.

I see you, down in the front line Such a sight for sore eyes you're a suicide makeover Plastic eyes lookin' through a numbskull Self effaced, what's his hace, 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. Hey 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 syntethic, you're pathetic.