Jupiter One Mystery Man
Pieces of a dream
Candied at the seams
Tucked under my arm
As i heard the alarm
Woke up in a daze
Followed by a blaze
Of golden afternoon
I picked up my spoon
Put it to my lips
Chilled like a blade
Cuts Trough my cheek
The price i pay
A little bit closer
Try a bit deeper
Look under the sink
Cause there i am
Filled with plaster
The same f..ckin bastard
I'm the mystery man
Try and guess my color
More famous than other
Not oak or a wooden hue
But could you guess blue ?
Cool like sheets of sand
Wrinkled like my hand
Find it in the sky
Watching us when we die
A little bit closer
Try a bit deeper
Look under the sink
Cause there i am
Filled with plaster
The same f..ckin bastard
I'm the mystery man
Why the gloomy face?
Was it a desgrace?
I was only joking
The debtes they all will fade
Consider them repaid
Oo lala la
Your stories are so old
They can be untold or sold
