Blank Frank

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.

Songtext: Eno, Brian