Frank's Lament - The Residents

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Lost!

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Lost!

Lost!

Lost!

Lost!

I fly a plane on Monday morning

One on Tuesday, too

He’s always right beside me

In his alligator shoes

He likes to call me Henry

But my name is Frank

I’m just a guy from Reno

Sometimes he calls me Hank

I think he’s lost

I think he’s lonely

But maybe he’s only

In my mind

Whenever we hit town

He laughs right in my face

And says my spirit is a shallow

Sack of human waste

I wish that I could hate him

But if the truth is told

I cannot separate him

From an echo in my soul