The Man of a Million Faces - Stephin Merritt

In the darkness she embraces

The man of a million faces

Soon on backstreets she paces

Freezing in flimsy laces

Quite the psychiatric case

Is the man of a million faces

Wielder of flails and mases

Veteran of high-speed chases

Not a single victim places

The man of a million faces

No one knows what his race is

No sin or crime disgraces

The man of a million faces