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