You feel like a piece of shit When he looks at you from the screen From a bigboard or a magazine, Wherever you are he will find you His plastic smile tries to prove something to you He is perfect outside but his core is all rotten
He has a lot of names, He has a lot of faces But there is only one aim To take your soul away And it works all the time
Modern perfume by Hugo Boss Can hide his stinking breath no more
He has a lot of names, He has a lot of faces But there’s one aim To take your soul away And it works all the time