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 d**h
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