i know my words are sick
well, so do i
but come gather ‘around and i’ll tell a tale
about a man that sold his eyes

to lose weight and to get cute
to reach a girl who’s just like you
to forget a girl he never had

and then he sold his nose
for an unknown guy
a strange guy that some
people used to call god

well, i guess he was really in need of
a new nose and i'm not kidding
i swear it's not any kind of joke

now he’s on the road again
looking for someone
to buy his dreams
and ears and thumbs

someone to care for him
not to leave him lost in sin
neither in pain or happiness

life is nothing but a joke
and i’m getting tired