Music: Louis Borlase/Ollie Judge/Arthur Leadbetter/Laurie Nankivell/Anton Pearson
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