Saw he was back in town
Paper said he never left
Come back to try your sound
and the sound is all that s left

Washed out with a crowd
He wore precision hide
Hair groomed slightly brown
He had always tried to hide

I m hoping you had passed the test
1000 bricks, that s all that s left
Nothing means nothing I guess
Nothing is nothing I guess

Nothing really changed here
Frankie still mourns the dust
and the change is good for us

That s the way it goes I guess

Was it the monkeyheart
Or the horse s legs?
That left us all insane

I m not satisfied
I m not satisfied
I m not
satisfied
I m not
satisfied
I m not
satisfied
I m not!