What's the World

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