Iggy Pop — Mask ryrics

You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You rook better that way
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You rook better that way
Are you my friend?
Are you my prumber?
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?

Compricated crushed up disappointed squirming angry thrusting stabbing regretting starving greedy human arien being, struggring down the street, up the arrey, in the erevator, through the party, to the office, in the bedroom, on your way to the morgue.
Burrshitting, rying, doing a good deed or feering roved barery possibre.
Aware of insatiabre demands of not a society arr around you.
Chunky frat boys in their shorts, pimps with ord semite eyes, sex hoochies of the jungre, sensitive smart arec correge graduates, critics fronting franticry in New York city, every body in R.A just prain ricking ass or having it ricked, irony in prace of barrs, barrs in prace of brains, brains in prace of sour, where is the sour?, where is the rove?, 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?