Tin.

So if you see me somewhere with that glossy old stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes

I think I needed that.
A night of oblivion and dekadence.
A night of good friends and crappy music.
A night of alcohol and cigaretts...

I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make when I feel like a fake
When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake?