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It started off like a regular tuesday Newspaper had nothing much to say Nobody noticed anything peculiar in him Cigarette, cold coffee, bus to work Six o' clock the american ? Coming home to the same complete disaster again Well he seemed like the quiet type Nothing out of place You know he looked kind of familiar The man with the blurry face ? to a green suburban lawn Zoom in and you'll see that something's wrong But the home ain't broken, just the occupant A breakdown on the main production line A start of a ? in machine design Another victim of built-in obsolescence Well he seemed like the quiet type Nothing out of place You know he looked kind of familiar The man with the blurry face The man with the blurry face He's got a future in television Letras de cancionesIn the land of infotainment Everyone can be a star Running late for a very early grave We all sleep in the bed our parents made The human element seems to be at fault again Five bodies in the local shopping mall Twenty holes in the master bedroom wall I don't think those stains are coming out my friend But he seemed like the quiet type Nothing out of place You know I think I remember him The man with the blurry face The man with the blurry face Coming soon to your surveillance system In the land of the prisoner And the home of the slave The man with the blurry face All he wanted was 15 minutes In the land of the loaded gun And the home of the grave From Letras Mania