[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze]
Everything is made of plastic, even your face
Your eyes, your nose, your ears, your thighs
Get wise
Mannequin p**n
Cyborg s** for kiddies
Thunderbird sting-ray (w)raps in your cities
Fake personality traits, polystyrene
Polyurethane ice cream, now you're lickin' it
It's melting
One million degrees Kelvin
You're lookin' at the sun like "Man, this ain't helping"
Action figures and Tonka trucks deluxe
Polypropylene black tux, that's wa**up
The artificialness, now caught a past ridiculous and pa** images that thus spark your interest
Kim Cattrall, Hanna Montana doll
(the a** of) Nikky Minaj plastic rap superstars
Got the planet on lockdown so what now...what now
{Live up to society's expectations, play your part!
Your body is a work of art, don't leave it half-finished
It's time for your creative plastic surgery
We'll make your face as tight as a drum!}
Yo, surgery's open
Come get your mutilation
Reverse the aging, scalpel to the flesh blazing
From the doctor like, floor heat, Jason
Freemason
That's your teeth in the waste-bin
Got the first [from years?]
The metal pin implants
Looking at your face like “How should I advance?”
The ill surgical [bands?]
Separating the skin, open the rib cage
Get the stomach, staple it
Get the gastric band the magazine told you
Get the plastic bag well underneath [local?]
f** fallin asleep, you need to be awake
For the great co-star, Professor Von Hagen
To stop yourself becoming suicidal
You reconstruct your face to look like your idols
Botox maximum, chemical pure accident
Medical nightmare, yet still remain adamant
Lying on a slab getting stabbed
Chopped up like impeach the President on the pad
So you can get “Freak of the Year”
Congratulations
Congratulations