He was charmingly plastic
He stretched the truth to a lie
With chrome paper and porcelain he
extinguished spark in your eye
He had the ways and means
He kept them in stitches,
And I don't want you back,
Well he made love like a machine,
With his head in the clouds
You were the penny's end,
cause you were far too thankful
To say I love you out loud
But baby, it was thin waves
And it meant he kept a full run
There'll always be people,
when there's nothing left to say?
It's not really Friday night,
In the rock bed Bob Thornton meets
Who's J. Edgar Hoover in drag
So he made his week of pilgrimage
He's a corduroy catwalked
Nicholas 1919 wasn't fighting
But vintage violence left him beside
And if it was all an act, I think I would know