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Puppets (Whipping Boy)

So your back here where you started In the land of kiss and tell Where they cure your (auto something) Just for fun 'cos you do it well And your eyes shine so brightly Like the dew in a tropical land As you slobber over vomit Served with cocktail and some crackers And your agents anorexic great at given head Likes a snifter in the morning And carrot juice in bed And the M. D. has a fetish For small Cornetto cones I guess he blames his parents Who left him on his own 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 There are many splendid things in life Things we can't conceive Like the fig in the figroll And the mix in (Lisa's jeans) 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 Everyday, everyday, everyday Everyday, everyday