What will you sell
With the glasses and suit
Heart and soul
It won't wear out
That's not enough, I want what's inside
Fish fillet knife can cut right through my eyes ['Take a fish fillet knife and cut right through my eyes' on Come Home Live]
I'm looking for some words to call my own
Not worn out phrases and hand-me-downs
They'll mock me and where I stand
Bug on his back in a corned beef can
Going under
You can feel them stripping me down ['stripping you down' on Come Home Live]
To the rust inside
This is the way Frankenstar is born
From those bits and pieces others have worn
All held together by management glue
Too much glue and the stars turn blue
Turn blue, turn blue, turn blue, turn blue
Going under
You can feel them pulling me down ['pulling you down' on Come Home Live]
To the holes inside.