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 beforeIt was not not not so great
It was not not not so greatAnd 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 mindYou need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say arePut 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 headAds 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 elseIf 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 cryPut 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 headMemo to myself, do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet headQuit my job down at the car wash
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 changeIf the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
I'll see you after schoolPut 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 headPut 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