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
How do you feel now? I want to know Clear as crystal, I can see your face In my glass of water, I can see your face How do you feel know? I want to know
Iggy says "I wanna be your dog." But I want you to be a demigod Look at my bow wow sitting there Sniffing scratching without a care Once upon a lifetime
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
You know, you know, you know you know you know I can't go out alone Hi chaperone, my chaperone What you think is all wrong 'Cos you shouldn't treat a
Genetic engineering Could create an unknown life-force That could us exterminate Could create the perfect race As our subordinated slave Introducing
I don't wanna be? I don't wanna be A good time girl A good time girl String you along like I string my pearls A typical good time girl A good time girl
one to survive It's her built-in protection Without fear she'd give up and die -chorus- She's a germ free adolescent Cleanliness is her obsession ^^(x
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
Packet of cigarettes on the counter Carrying a government health warning Still they want the money, still they want the tax Still they want the money,
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
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 penetrating
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 live off you And the whole world And you live off me Lives off of everybody See we gotta be exploited See we gotta be exploited By somebody by somebody
India, India, India India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow India, India, India I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision Looking for a guru such
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 Of the new regime You're just a reflection You are just a theme For the sales machine Ooo ooo they're obsessed
My mother the cow who still feeds me now is being tortured Her son the bull who the fields should plough is being slaughtered The human child in the womb
