One two three, sit on my knee, turning the key, where can he be? Four five six, finding the fix, hands on your hips, kiss on the lips Seven eight nine, drinking the wine, counting the time, follow the line Ten eleven twelve, finding yourself, no one to tell, no one to tell I'm the latest mystery that nobody can solve I read all about me on graffiti-covered walls Too many people think it's okay To forget the past, you can just throw it away A disposable life, an extended résumé And I'm standing in the shadow Left by my father Nobody knows but God And sometimes even he doesn't bother You should have known me when I was young and pretty and clean My absence gives me power; I'm a vacuum in your memory I'm everything you're afraid of I'm everything you want I'm everything you wish you were I'm everything you're not Everything is relative, yes that's my little joke Nobody believes in me, they think that I'm some kind of hoax I paint without color I sculpt without stone And as for the meaning of life Well I leave that alone One two three, sit on my knee, turning the key, where can he be? Four five six, finding the fix, hands on your hips, kiss on the lips Seven eight nine, drinking the wine, counting the time, follow the line Ten eleven twelve, finding yourself, no one to tell, no one to tell