As your body floats down third street With the burn-smell factory closing up Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize All the things you've known before It was not not not so great It was not not not so great And as you take a bath in that beaten path There's a pounding at the door Well it's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity He says the good old days never say good-bye If you keep this in your mind: You need some lo-lo-loving arms You need some lo-lo-loving arms And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone Trying to please their boss And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants Is just to please somebody else If the pu-pu-puppet head Was only bu-bu-busted in It would be a better thing for everyone involved And we wouldn't have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash Didn't have to write no-one a good-bye note That said, the check's in the mail, and I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change If the pu-pu-puppet head Was only bu-bu-busted in I'll see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head
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