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