Show me around, show me around, show me around All the noble gas just powers the town Frank’s my friend He’s my friend We are friends There’s murder sometimes But he’s a real nice guy Well Frank’s my friend We tie them up
A flame could met His nose and mouth A flame could melt Almost anything A shopping mall Some kerosene Light the shoes 'Cause I’ve seen rarer things Like a murderer Saying lovely things
A flame could met His nose and mouth A flame could melt Almost anything Those plastic foods On the windowsill There is no taste Just an empty gaze
Frank’s my friend No true American
No true American No true American The lights are on in building 650 The lights are red, where we go
Frank’s my friend No true American Frank’s my friend No true American
