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What would you sell? 
Loose glasses and suit 
Heart and soul 
Won't wear out 

That's not enough! 
I wonder what's inside 
Fish fillet knife 
Can cut 
Right through my eye... 

I'm looking for some words 
To call my own 
Worn-out phrases 
And a hand-me-down 

They'll knock me 
Under where I stand 
Sad on his back 
In a corned beef pan 

Going under 
You can feel them pulling me down 
To the rust inside... 

This is the way... 
Franken-star is born 

Bits and pieces 
Others have worn 
All held together by a management glue 
Too much glue 
Watch the stars turn blue 
Turn blue 
Turn blue 
Turn blue 
Turn blue 

I'm going under 
You can feel them pulling me down 
To the halls of rust 
Eeh... 

I, I, I, I, I... 
Thank you...