Words by Billie Joe Armstrong
Music by Green Day

I see you, down in the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull
Self effaced, what's his face, you erased yourself
So shut up, you don't let up

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know
You don't say, and you got no reply

Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're an inbred bastard son
All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic
You're pathetic

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck
You can smell it but you can't see it
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know
You don't say, and you got no reply

I see you down in the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover
You don't know, you don't say
You don't know, you don't say, and you got no reply