Pieces of a dream   Candied at the seams   Tucked under my arm   As i heard the alarm      Woke up in a daze   Followed by a blaze   Of golden afternoon   I picked up my spoon      Put it to my lips   Chilled like a blade   Cuts Trough my cheek   The price i pay      A little bit closer   Try a bit deeper   Look under the sink   Cause there i am   Filled with plaster   The same fuckin bastard   I'm the mystery ma      Try and guess my color   More famous than other   Not oak or a wooden hue   But could you guess blue ?      Cool like sheets of sand   Wrinkled like my hand   Find it in the sky   Watching us when we die      A little bit closer   Try a bit deeper   Look under the sink   Cause there i am   Filled with plaster   The same fuckin bastard   I'm the mystery man      Why the gloomy face?   Was it a desgrace?      I was only joking      The debtes they all will fade   Consider them repaid   Oo lala la      Your stories are so old   They can be untold or sold