[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Well, it's a mighty zombie
Talking of some love and posterity
He says "The good old days never say goodbye
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:

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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'd be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldn't have to cry
[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head

[Verse 4]
Quit my job down at the car wash
Didn't have to write no one a goodbye 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

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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