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...
