Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)

Lay my head on the surgeons table
Take me fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brains, pick my pockets
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from a to z And youll still know nothing bout me Run my name through your computer
Mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my records, check my facts
Check if I paid my income tax
Pore over everything in my c.v.
But youll still know nothing bout me Youll still know nothing bout me You dont need to read no books on my history
Im a simple man, its no big mystery
In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love
Search my house with a fine tooth comb
Turn over everything cause I wont be at home
Set up your microscope and tell me what you see
Youll still know nothing bout me