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