| (I still have the shake in my voice |
| And I’m going to sing you this song) |
| I don’t know you from adam, it could make my day |
| If you leave me a message I’ll give it away |
| 'cause the most perfect strangers that you can talk to Are the ones who pretend that you’re not really you |
| Are with any attempts here to play frankenstein |
| Come with plenty of chances for changing your mind |
| When you’re building your own creation |
| Nothing’s better than real than a real |
| Imitation |
| I won’t find it fantastic or think it absurd |
| When the gun in the first act goes off in the third |
| 'cause it’s rare that you ever know what to expect |
| From a guy made of corpses with bolts in his neck |
| If the creature is limping the parts are in place |
| With a mind of it’s own and a fist for a face |
| Say hello to your new creation |
| Now it’s better than real |
| It’s a real imitation |
| You may wonder what the catch is As we batten down the hatches |
| And when later we find that the thing we devised |
| Has the villagers clamouring for it’s demise |
| We will have to admit the futility of Trying to make something more of this jerry-built love |
| And you’ll notice it bears a resemblance to Everything I imagined I wanted from you |
| But at least it’s my own creation |
| And it’s better than real |
| It’s a real imitation |