What's The World?
Words and Music by James

What would you sell
Loose glasses and suit
Heart and soul
Won't wear out
That's not enough
I wonder what's inside
Fish fillet knife
Cannot cut right through my eye

I'm looking for some words
To call my own
Worn out phrases and a hand me down
They'll mock me under where I stand
Sod on its back in a corned beef town

Going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the rust inside

This is the way
Franken-star is born
With bits and pieces
Others have worn
All held together by a management glue
Too much glue
Watch the stars turn blue
Turn blue turn blue turn blue turn blue

I'm going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the whole dead Earth

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