Concrete Eyes

There's lots of crazy people if you know right where to look
I found one in a classroom teaching from his mom's cookbook
The psychos in the mountains are all trying to hitchhike
And everybody's different, we just want to look alike

Put my face on a bottle
I'm the next supermodel
Are you ready to be hypnotized
By my ghoulish demeanor and concrete eyes

Mice are running rabid through the trumpets and guitars
This song sounds like a symphony of toothpicks and cigars
Put my phone in a microwave to give it another hour
Now I don't have a cell phone, just a block of useless power

Put my face on a bottle
I'm the next supermodel
Are you ready to be hypnotized
By my ghoulish demeanor and concrete eyes

Put my face on a bottle
I'm the next supermodel
Are you ready to be hypnotized
By my ghoulish demeanor and concrete eyes

Put my face on a bottle
I'm the next supermodel
Are you ready to be hypnotized
By my ghoulish demeanor and concrete eyes