Puppets

There are many splendid things in life
Things we can't conceive
Like the fig in the figroll
Dyslexic when you're drinking
Backwards on your knees
Happy ever after all
You were only trained to please
(born in clouds come) heavy
Full of heavy metal dust
It's raining stranger afternoons
Not knowing who to trust
Silence is unfamiliar
Living in a stereo swell
Mercy feels his mistress
An ace from T.V. hell

Here come the puppets, the ideal stars
Friendly on T.V., friendly in bars
Send in the medics
They think they've got ethics
Painting the clouds with sunshine everyday
Everyday, everyday, everyday...

(lyrics from a Whipping Boy's song called "Puppets")