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 M.O.D.O.K. 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 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 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 true and somebody blew up