Every evening
As I put my toys away
I think about what I've done today
It's nothing
I've done nothing
Accomplished nothing
Rather carefully
I pick up the jigsaw I've been working on
Or rather staring at
Make up your mind you fool
Tick tock goes the time you fool
You're out of line you fool
Tick tock goes the time
I trudge back to my cryo-tube post-meal
But no matter how much bread I just don't feel
Alright
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer
Putting blocks in
Labeled baskets
I can see their eyes behind reflective glass
Staring at me
Laughing at me
I hook the plastic tube to my neuro-dock
Ready for my daily dose, oh, let 'em gawk
Alright
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer
Jerry Paper - Puppeteer Lyrics
Jerry Paper - Puppeteer Lyrics
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Every evening
As I put my toys away
I think about what I've done today
It's nothing
I've done nothing
Accomplished nothing
Rather carefully
I pick up the jigsaw I've been working on
Or rather staring at
Make up your mind you fool
Tick tock goes the time you fool
You're out of line you fool
Tick tock goes the time
I trudge back to my cryo-tube post-meal
But no matter how much bread I just don't feel
Alright
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer
Putting blocks in
Labeled baskets
I can see their eyes behind reflective glass
Staring at me
Laughing at me
I hook the plastic tube to my neuro-dock
Ready for my daily dose, oh, let 'em gawk
Alright
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer
As I put my toys away
I think about what I've done today
It's nothing
I've done nothing
Accomplished nothing
Rather carefully
I pick up the jigsaw I've been working on
Or rather staring at
Make up your mind you fool
Tick tock goes the time you fool
You're out of line you fool
Tick tock goes the time
I trudge back to my cryo-tube post-meal
But no matter how much bread I just don't feel
Alright
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer
Putting blocks in
Labeled baskets
I can see their eyes behind reflective glass
Staring at me
Laughing at me
I hook the plastic tube to my neuro-dock
Ready for my daily dose, oh, let 'em gawk
Alright
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer
Writer: Nathan Lucas Welles
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.