Vanguart - Dolores

I know my words are sickwell, so do ibut come gather round n i'll tell a tale about a man that sold his eyes To lose weight and to get cuteto reach a girl who's just like youto forget a girl he never had Then he sold his nosefor an unknown guya strange guy that somepeople used to call god Well, i guess he was really needinga new nose and i'm not kiddingi swear it's not any kind of joke Now he's on the road againlooking for someoneto buy his dreams and ears and thumbs Someone to care for himnot to leave him lost in sinneither in pain or happiness Life is nothing but a jokeand i'm getting tiredlife is nothing but a jokeand i'm getting tiredlife is nothing but a jokeand i'm getting tiredlife is nothing but a jokeand i'm getting tired...