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 trying 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 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