Текст песни They Might Be Giants - Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head
They Might Be Giants - Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head слова песни
As you body floats down Third StreetWith the burn-smell factory closing upYes it`s sad to say you will romanticizeAll the things you`ve known beforeIt was not so greatAnd as you take a bath in that beaten paththere`s a pounding at the doorIt`s a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterityHe says "The good old days never say good-byeif you keep this in your mind:You need some loving arms"And as you fall from grace the only words you say arePut your hand inside the puppet headAds up in the subway are the work of someoneTrying to please their bossAnd though the guy`s a pig we all know what he wantsIs just to please somebody elseIf the puppet head was only busted inIt would be a better thing for everyone involvedand we wouldn`t have to cryPut your hand inside the puppet headQuit my job down at the carwashDidn`t have to write no-one a good-bye noteThat reads: "That check`s in the mail, andI`ll see you in church, and don`t you ever change"If the puppet head was only busted inI`ll see you after schoolPut your hand inside the puppet head