Songtexte: Gerda Blank. O. O Silohouette.

Well, he's signed the papers
So it won't be long
Till he's all sized up
For his uniform
He's got one eye blind
And one deformed
And a heart of black stone
Another spineless slacker
With tentpole arms
He's got a whiplash temper
When the TV's on
He's never read too much
Cos he's too far gone
Yeh, he's far too far gone

He's got a lifesized silhouette
He's got a lifesized silhouette
He's got a lifesized silhouette
He's got a black fang hangin' around his neck

She was born unborn
With a silver spoon
And daddy picked up
Every bill he could
Now the not so sweet
Little sweet sixteen
Is a trashed out bar queen
Yeh, she blames her daddy
If the sun don't shine
And for the bitter cold
Of the wintertime
Now the poor old man
Has lost control
But he still can't say no

She's got a lifesized silhouette
She's got a lifesized silhouette
She's got a lifesized silhouette
She's got a black fang hangin' around her neck

Now the Lord is comin'
As a well he should
To pick up you sinners
Who ain't been good
There ain't nowhere to hide
In a darkened wood
Cos your shadow's fixed
On there good...

He's got a lifesized silhouette
He's got a lifesized silhouette
He's got a lifesized silhouette
He's got a black fang hangin' around his neck


(Thanks to Rhys Braddock for these lyrics)