What's The World

What will you sell
With the glasses and suit
Heart and soul
It won't wear outThat's not enough I want what's inside
Fish fillet knife would cut right through my eyesI'm looking for some words
To call my own
Not worn-out phrases and hand-me-downsThey'll knock me
In where I stand
Put on its back
In a corned beef canI'm going under
You can feel them stripping me down
To the rust insideThis is the way
Frankenstar is bornFrom 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 blueI'm going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the holes insideI,I,I,I
I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I
I,I,I