I read a book today
It made me think of a life I led
It seems so far away
But then I wouldn't call it deadI see a name or two
And the ghosts just start to roam
I had 'em locked away
It seems they've cut their own paroleNow face the music, son
Some people live to remember when
But you're no storage space
You've lived a dozen lives since thenSo what would Modok do
If his memory got too full?
He'd find the power source
And then he'd pick what plugs to pullI looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew upMy brain was still today
Just taking a little death
Just like the doctors say
I never get that kind of restThe movie's on again
They got me nullifying ghost
I'm better dead than red
I guess I'll never get off the boatI looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up