Faceless he was born, the kind without a speech
Being invisible, without a dream to reach
A schoolboy second-rate, a toady all the way
He never fights for nothing, never goes astray
He never makes a stand a man of average size
Grey suit, nothing-mind, wearing average ties
Faceless, drowning in grey, never been striking
Soulless, the empty hull, that was never fighting
Shapeless he was born, the man without a face
Never done right or wrong, the man who's left no trace
No thought critical ever comes his way
Bundled unimportance what he does or say
Never been a benefactor coming off his shell
Never been a troublemaker, character to spell
Pre & Chorus...
Hey what you're done with your life, did you ever grow
A lack of character, you never could say "no"
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