Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head

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
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 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