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      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