Like father, like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone, a red rag hangs from an open mouth
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
All the king's horses and all the king's men
could never put a smile on that face
(2) follows the same pattern as (1)
Mirror mirror on the wall
his heart was broken long before he ever came to you
Stop your tears from falling
The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
all to see at night
(to "chorus")
All in all you are a very dying race
Placing trust upon a cruel world
You never had the things you thought you should have had
and you'll not get them now
and all the while in perfect time your tears are falling on the ground
