It was time to make the doughnuts it was very very early
It was 2:37 in the afternoon
I turned off my alarm clock and I stumbled over several
Pizza boxes and my girlfriend on the way to the bathroom
While I waiting for the fluorescent lights
To flicker on I thought I saw in the dark...
Something was up and I couldn't tell what
But my mind got the sign there was something to see
So I shut my eyes to squeeze the image
Out of the back of my head but I missed my mark
The lights were on now and I couldn't ignore
There was a stranger in the mirror and he was staring at me
CHORUS:
Don't get me wrong
I'm not talking about some kind of figurative stranger here
No existential bullshit from Camus or Billy Joel
I'm not saying I didn't recognize myself in the mirror
Or that I didn't like the kind of person I saw
No I'm talking about an actual literal kind of stranger here
Like the villain in issue 104 of the Flash
There was no question this was not your everyday reflection
This was some middle aged balding Jewish guy and he had a moustache
There's a stranger in my mirror there's a new face on the wall
After that Newcastle incident I thought that I'd seen it all
Things like this are always happening to me
Well I stood there looking stupid in my twenty-dollar bathrobe
With my Indicator toothbrush sticking in between my teeth
My eyes just opened wider when I looked back in the mirror
And saw the stranger with his toothbrush staring back in disbelief
Then I ran my finger down the length of the mirror
To see if the stranger would follow my lead
Our actions were in perfect synch
And I wondered just exactly who was in control
So I grabbed my girlfriend's Lady Bic razor
And ran it down the length