Mass Production

[Verse]

Before you go

Do me a favor

Give me a number

Of a girl almost like you

With legs almost like you

I'm buried deep in mass production

You're not nothing new

I like to drive along the freeways

See the smokestacks belching

Breasts turn brown

So warm and so brown

Though I try to die

You put me back on the line

Oh damn it to hell

Back on the line, hell

Back on the line

Again and again

I'm back on the line

Again and again

And I see my face here

And it's there in the mirror

And it's up in the air

And I'm down on the ground

By the way

I'm going for cigarettes

And since you've got to go

Won't you do me that favor?

Won't you give me that number?

Won't you get me that girl?

Yeah, she's almost like you

Yes, she's almost like you

And I'm almost like him

Yes, I'm almost like him

Yes, I'm almost like him

Yeah, I'm almost like him