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 roll,

I had them locked away,

It seems they've cut their own parole,

Now face the music son,

Some people seem to remember when,

But you're no storage space,

You've lived a dozen lives since then.

So, what would Modock do,

If his memory got too full,

He'd find the power source,

And he'd pick what plugs to pull.



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I looked in the mirror,

As somebody blew up,

I turned on my TV,

As somebody blew up,

I learned how to lie well,

As somebody blew up,

I learned how to live true,

As somebody blew up....



My brain was still today,

Just taking a little debt,

Just like the doctors say,

I never get that kind of rest,

The movie's on again,

They got me nullifying ghosts,

Better dead than red,

I guess I'll never get off the boat.



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