Mystery Man Lyrics

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 f*ckin bastard
I'm the mystery man

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 f*ckin 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

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