When I no longer felt the need to live they told me there was a way;
they would cut up my body, sale all the pieces, and that way, I could stay..
They stuck me inside a crane machine,
my arms, my legs, my heart.
Fifty cents was all it took to win yourself a part.
My head it was the first to go, it went to a strange old man.
Who lived down in a basement, and had a secret plan.
My fingers they went next, to some little girls and boys.
The size of them was perfect for the children to use as toys.
Eventually my brain and my heart were the last items in the case.
An eager young girl ran up and pressed the glass against her face.
She asked her mother curiously, which one should I choose.
Her mother replied, think carefully, for neither I'd want to lose.
The heart can bring you so much joy, but also so much pain.
And the brain can give you answers, but also drive you insane.
The little girl walked away, slowly shaking her head.
I like them both too much to pick just one of them she said.
Then she grabbed herself a chocolate bar and said I'll take this instead.