i know my words are sick. well so do i. but come gather ‘round n’ 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. 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 needing. 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. life is nothing but a joke. and i'm getting tired. life is nothing but a joke. and i'm getting tired. life is nothing but a joke. and i'm getting tired...