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 sayin' 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 buildin' 650 The lights are red, where we go Frank's my friend No true American Frank's my friend No true American