(And in a funny way, the shaving of my, uh, head
Has been a liberation from, uh, a lot of stupid vanities, really
Uh, it has simplified everything for me and opened a lot of doors, maybe)
I'm not what you think I am
I'm the king of Siam
I've got a bald head, my name is Yule Brenner, and I am a famous movie star
Perhaps you saw me in "West World"
I acted like a robotic cowboy
It was my best role, I can't deny I feel better deep inside an electronic carcass
You're such monumental slime
Let the punishment fit the crime
We'll tie you to a chair, the house music will blare, and turn your ears into a medicinal jelly
I stayed inside on Christmas day
And made believe that you were my candy cane
You said "I'm not that type, no I'm not sweet, and I do not own the rights to your life"