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 dead
I see a name or two And the ghosts just start to roam I had 'em locked away It seems they've cut their own parole
Now face the music, son Some people live to remember when But you're no storage space You've lived a dozen lives since then
So what would Modok do If his memory got too full? He'd find the power source And then he'd pick what plugs to pull
I 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
My brain was still today Just taking a little death Just like the doctors say I never get that kind of rest
The movie's on again They got me nullifying ghost I'm better dead than red I guess I'll never get off the boat
I 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
