i live on the highway near the puppet motel i log in every day i know the neighborhood well. no 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 the dungeons inside their machines. cause they don´t know what´s really real now they´re havin´ fourth dimentional 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 at the puppet motel. boot up. good afternoon. pause
. oooo. i really llike the way you talk. pardon me. shut down.