Blank Frank

Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your construction 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