Blank Frank lyrics
by Brian Eno



Blank Frank: he's the messenger of your doom and your destruction.
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing.
And he is the one who will look at you sideways
His particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways.

Blank Frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg
The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs
Blank Frank is the siren, he's the air-raid, he's the crater.
He's on the menu on the table, he's the knife and he's the waiter.

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