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 Modok do if his memory got too full?   He'd find a 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 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