I read a book today
 It made me think of a life I led
 It seemed 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 a powersource 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 [bad word] 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 ghosts
 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 [bad word] and somebody blew up