Puppet Motel

Puppet Motel - Laurie Anderson

I live on the highway

Near the Puppet Motel

I log in every day

I know the neighborhood well

Now 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 their dungeons inside their machines

They don't know what's really real now

They're havin' fourth dimensional 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 sex

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

To the Puppet Motel

Good afternoon

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