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What would you sell ? 

Loose glasses and suit 

Heart and soul 

Won't wear out 





That's not enough ! 

I wonder what's inside 

Fish fillet knife 

Can cut 

Right through my eye ... 





I'm looking for some words 

To call my own 

Worn-out phrases 

And a hand-me-down 





They'll knock me 

Under where I stand 

Sad on his back 

In a corned beef pan 





Going under 

You can feel them pulling me down 

To the rust inside ... 





This is the way ... 

Franken-star is born 





Bits and pieces 

Others have worn 

All held together by a management glue 

Too much glue 

Watch 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 halls of rust 

Eeh ... 





I, I, I, I, I ... 





Thankyou ...