Lyrics: The Puppet

I practice my fall
For practice makes perfect
Chained to the wall
For maximum hold
The window too far
Too far from my legs
Oh, open the door
And let out the cold

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet

Trampoline’s broken
Ceiling has come down
The ache in my back
Tells me something’s gone wrong
Rocking horse rocks
As the wallpaper peels
Curtain would like to know
What he has done

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet

We’re the salt of the earth
And we know what to say
We’re the salt of the earth
We know our place

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet