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 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 the 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 ghost   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