Lyrics:(Put Your Hand Inside The) Puppet Head

As your body floats down third street
with the burn-smell factory closing up
Is it sad to say you will romanticize
all the things you've know 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 of posterity.
That said the good ol days never say goodbye
if you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-lovin arms.
You need some lo-lo-lovin 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 tryin to please their boss
you know 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'd 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 checks in the mail
And I'll see you at church
And dont 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