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

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 fucking bastard

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 fucking bastard

Mystery man

Why the gloomy face?

Was it a disgrace?

Cause I was only joking

The debts they all will fade

Consider them repaid

Ooh la la la

Your stories are so old

They can be untold or sold

A little bit closer

Try a bit deeper

Look under the sink

Cause there I am

Filled with plaster

The same fucking bastard

Mystery man