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 would cut right through my eyes

I'm looking for some words

To call my own
Not worn-out phrases and hand-me-downs


They'll knock me
In where I stand
Put on its back

In a corned beef can

I'm going under

You can feel them stripping me down
To the rust inside




This is the way

Frankenstar is born

From 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 blue


I'm going under
You can feel them pulling me down

To the holes inside

I,I,I,I

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