Songtext The man with the blurry face Firewater

The man with the blurry face

It started off like a regular tuesday
Newspaper had nothing much to say
Nobody noticed anything peculiar in him
Cigarette, cold coffee, bus to work
Six o' clock the american ?
Coming home to the same complete disaster again

Well he seemed like the quiet type
Nothing out of place
You know he looked kind of familiar
The man with the blurry face

? to a green suburban lawn
Zoom in and you'll see that something's wrong
But the home ain't broken, just the occupant
A breakdown on the main production line
A start of a ? in machine design
Another victim of built-in obsolescence

Well he seemed like the quiet type
Nothing out of place
You know he looked kind of familiar
The man with the blurry face
The man with the blurry face
He's got a future in television
In the land of infotainment
Everyone can be a star

Running late for a very early grave
We all sleep in the bed our parents made
The human element seems to be at fault again
Five bodies in the local shopping mall
Twenty holes in the master bedroom wall
I don't think those stains are coming out my friend

But he seemed like the quiet type
Nothing out of place
You know I think I remember him
The man with the blurry face

The man with the blurry face
Coming soon to your surveillance system
In the land of the prisoner
And the home of the slave

The man with the blurry face
All he wanted was 15 minutes
In the land of the loaded gun
And the home of the grave