I know my words are sick Well, so do I Gather around and I'll tell a tale 'bout a man that sold his eyes To lose weight and to get cute To reach a girl who's just like you To forget a girl he never had And then he sold his nose For an unknown guy A strange guy that some People used to call God Well, I guess he was really in need of A new nose and I'm not kidding I swear it's not any kind of joke Now he's on the road again Looking for someone To buy his dreams And ears and thumbs Someone to care for him Not to leave him lost in sin Neither in pain or happiness Life is nothing but a joke And I'm getting tired Life is nothing but a joke And I'm getting tired Life is nothing but a joke And I'm getting tired Life is nothing but a joke And I'm getting tired