It was time to make the doughnuts it was very very early

It was 2:37 in the afternoon

I turned off my alarm clock and I stumbled over several

Pizza boxes and my girlfriend on the way to the bathroom

While I waiting for the fluorescent lights

To flicker on I thought I saw in the dark...

Something was up and I couldn't tell what

But my mind got the sign there was something to see

So I shut my eyes to squeeze the image

Out of the back of my head but I missed my mark

The lights were on now and I couldn't ignore

There was a stranger in the mirror and he was staring at me

CHORUS:

Don't get me wrong

I'm not talking about some kind of figurative stranger here

No existential bullshit from Camus or Billy Joel

I'm not saying I didn't recognize myself in the mirror

Or that I didn't like the kind of person I saw

No I'm talking about an actual literal kind of stranger here

Like the villain in issue 104 of the Flash

There was no question this was not your everyday reflection

This was some middle aged balding Jewish guy and he had a moustache

There's a stranger in my mirror there's a new face on the wall

After that Newcastle incident I thought that I'd seen it all

Things like this are always happening to me

Well I stood there looking stupid in my twenty-dollar bathrobe

With my Indicator toothbrush sticking in between my teeth

My eyes just opened wider when I looked back in the mirror

And saw the stranger with his toothbrush staring back in disbelief

Then I ran my finger down the length of the mirror

To see if the stranger would follow my lead

Our actions were in perfect synch

And I wondered just exactly who was in control

So I grabbed my girlfriend's Lady Bic razor

And ran it down the length o