Testo di Mystery Man

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 So 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 man So can you guess my color? More famous than others 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? 'Cause 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 Chorus 2x