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I live on the highway |
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Near the Puppet |
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Motel I log in every day |
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I know the neighborhood well. |
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No about the residents |
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Of the Puppet |
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Motel They're more than a little spooky |
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And most of them are mean. |
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They're runnin' the numbers |
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They're playin' cops and robbers |
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Down in the dungeons |
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Inside their machines. |
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Cause they don't know |
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What's really real now they're havin' fourth dimentional dreams |
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Their minds are out on bail now |
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And real is only what it seems. |
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And all the puppets in this digital jail |
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They're runnin' around in a frenzy |
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In search of the |
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Holy Grail. |
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They're havin' virtual sex. |
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They're eatin' virtual food. |
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No wonder these puppets |
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Are always in a lousy mood. |
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So if you think we live in a modern world |
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Where everything is clean and swell |
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Take a walk on the |
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B side of town |
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Down by the |
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Puppet Motel |
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Take a whiff. |
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Burning Plastic. |
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I drink a cup of coffee |
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I try to revive |
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My mind's a blank |
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I'm barely alive |
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My nerves are shot |
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I feel like hell |
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Guess it's time to check in |
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At the Puppet |
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Motel. Boot up. |
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Good afternoon. |
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Pause . Oooo. |
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I really llike the way you talk. |
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Pardon me. |
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Shut down. |
