Placebo. Flesh Mechanic. Zeneszám

He tries to embrace her
She wants him to race her
He needs a laser
To get it through her skull

Means and lies and hatreds
Tears that fall in sequence
Cold caress imprints
Conversation growing dull

Says, he's a poet, lousy protozoan
And he kisses ass for free
I took a vow of silence
When he tries to talk to me
I just turn on the TV

He tries to impress her
Mentally undress her
It takes more to possess her
But in his pocket lies a hole

He's got a thousand talents
Charisma by the bagful
Aristocratic parents
A rebel with a heart of gold

Says, he's a poet
This time, he's gonna blow it
'Cause he's dancing with his ego
I took a vow of silence
When he reads his work to me
I swallow words like a Placebo

He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star in his eyes

Careful not to give your favors
To your lonesome fucked-up neighbors
I had one who sent me her heart
In a Tupperware container

All the movies in my head
They flicker with my bleeding heart
A careless slipping of the tongue
On just another private part

Blatant search for stoned affection
Fights the rust that breeds infection
Meet me at the intersection
Don't forget your fuel injection

He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star in his eyes

You think this love is bona fide
You're being taken for a ride
Wrap your lip around your head
And slowly blow yourself away