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