I know I'm artificial But don't put the blame on me I was reared with appliances In a consumer society When I put on my make-up The pretty little mask
It's dark and eerie And it's really late Come on kid's don't hesitate We're going down to the underground We're going down we're going down To the underground
Warrior in Woolworth's Humble he may seem Behind his servile innocence He plots and he schemes He's the rebel on the underground She's the rebel of
i live off you and you live of me and the whole world lives off of everybody see we gotta be exploited see we gotta be exploited be somebody be somebody
identity is the crisis can't you see identity identity when you look in the mirror do you see yourself do you see yourself on the t.v. screen do you
I know you're antiseptic Your deodorant smells nice I'd like to get to know you But you're deep frozen like the ice He's a germ free adolescent Cleanliness
I am a poseur and I don't care I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care I like to make people stare Exhibition is the name Voyeurism
window panes At the acrylic road I drove my polypropolene Car on wheels of sponge Then pulled into a wimpy bar To have a rubber bun The X-rays were
genetic engineering could create the perfect race could create an unknown life-force that could us exterminate introducing worker clone as our subordinated
highly inflammable waiting to explode neurotic tensions risen overflowed you thought i was a woman i thought you were a man but i was tinkerbell and
I am a cliche I am a cliche I am a cliche I am a cliche I am a cliche you've seen before I am a cliche that lives next door I am a cliche you know what
Darling am I Getting old Tell me dear I must be told Y'know it's a Million dollar fear If lines Creep in over here Age she's so afraid Age she's no
[Spoken:] Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I think Oh bondage up yours! Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna
1977 and we are going mad It's 1977 and we've seen too many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all That apathy's a drag My mind is like a plastic bag
I can't write And I can't sing I can't do anything I can't read And I can't spell I can't even get to hell I can't luv And I can't hate I can't even
You are just a concept You are just a dream You're just a reflection Of the new regime You are just a symbol You are just theme You're just another
I know I'm artificial I was reared with appliances But don't put the blame on me The pretty little mask not me In a consumer society When I put on my
Darling am I I must be told Tell me dear Getting old Y'know it's a Million dollar fear Creep in over here If lines Celluloid beauty She never seems