Building 650

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 melt 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 melt 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