Won't You listen all You pretty boys in magazines You look like plastic toys Superstars of rock You just pretend a blasphemy that never seems to end Ugly bastard, You think You look good but there are things You never understood with lipstick and mascara in your hand 'bet You're not even sure You're a man now listen; Hairdryer soldiers marching out to war can't you see Yourself, You're such a bore Why don't You all just lie down and die? The world's a mess and You're the reason why
