What's the World

What will you sell

With the glasses and suit

Heart and soul

It won't wear outThat's not enough I want what's inside

Fish fillet knife would cut right through my eyesI'm looking for some words

To call my own

Not worn-out phrases and hand-me-downsThey'll knock me

In where I stand

Put on its back

In a corned beef canI'm going under

You can feel them stripping me down

To the rust insideThis is the way

Frankenstar is bornFrom bits and pieces others have worn

All held together by a management glue

Too much glue, and the stars turn blue

Turn blue

Turn blue

Turn blue

Turn blueI'm going under

You can feel them pulling me down

To the holes insideI,I,I,I

I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I

I,I,I

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