TUPPERWARE PARTY

Another day of pretending, blending in. Going around town in your chameleon skin. The people you see think they're your friend - what they don't know won't hurt them...hiding behind your charming smile is a kindness that's as smooth as a file. You go out to town only with friends you need, you don't really like them but on them you feed. You drink their wine and suck their blood and when you're through you leave them in the mud...going all over the place greeting people with the appropriate face...

There's a tupperware party for people like you

Once you get there I'm sure you know what to do

There's plastic food and plastic drinks and plastic girls galore

And there's lots of room on the dancing floor