Lyrics
Show me around, show me around, show me around
All the noble gas just powers the town
Frank's my friend, he's my friend, we are friends
There's murder sometimes, but he's a real nice guy
Well, Frank's my friend, we tie them up
A flame could melt his nose and mouth
A flame could melt almost anything
A shopping mall, some kerosene
Light the shoes 'cause I've seen rarer things
Like a murderer sayin' lovely things
A flame could melt his nose and mouth
A flame could melt almost anything
Those plastic foods on the windowsill
There is no taste, just an empty gaze
Frank's my friend, no true American
No true American
No true American
The lights are on in buildin' 650
The lights are red, where we go
Frank's my friend
No true American
Frank's my friend
No true American
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