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Copyright
Notice: Iggy Pop, "Beat Em Up," © 2001, Virgin Records America, Inc.
Click here to play Mask
You're
wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
Are you my friend?
Are you my plumber?
Are you my God?
What do you do?
Wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
Which mask are you?
Which mask are you?
Complicated crushed up disappointed squirming angry thrusting stabbing
regretting starving greedy human alien being, struggling down the street,
up the alley, in the elevator, through the party, to the office, in the
bedroom, on your way to the morgue. Bullshitting, lying, doing a good deed
or feeling love barely possible. Aware of insatiable demands of not a
society all around you. Chunky frat boys in their shorts, pimps with old semite eyes, sex hoochies of the jungle, sensitive smart alec college
graduates, critics fronting franticly in New York city, every body in L.A
just plain licking ass or having it licked, irony in place of balls, balls
in place of brains, brains in place of soul, where is the soul?, where is
the love?, where am I?
Which mask are you?
Which mask are you?
Which mask are you?
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
which mask are you?
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