| I feel hypnotized
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| Oh, the ground don’t touch your feet
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| And deep within your eyes
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| Oh, the spiral comes to meet
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| My uncontrolled awareness of what the hell
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| I think just might possibly be going on
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| It all began in Wrongtown Vietnam
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| Crawling up your leg, a G.I. |
| plastic man
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| His face is strange. |
| It’s been rearranged
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| It’s time to meet his friends, now take his hand
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| Hey, they’re looking at you
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| Infants in the skies
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| Hey, their tiny hands and feet
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| Begin to climb
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| P.J. Moundoll turn around all bound to lose control
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| Baby sins in Target bins, they want to eat your soul
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| This little puppet’s about to get rough
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| You can’t hide but you’re laughing it up
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| It’s a marionette. |
| Marionette. |
| Marionette
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| Hey, old Sniffinhammer takes another whiff
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| Wait, you didn’t think they’d treat you quite like this
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| Chuckle elf inside your home
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| There’s a bomb inside its brain
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| Break the seal
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| You’ll never be the same
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| This little puppet’s about to get rough
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| You can’t hide but you’re laughing it up
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| It’s a marionette. |
| Marionette. |
| Marionette
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| And there’s a spaceman in the back of the Galaxy
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| Oh, in his spaceman suit he’s fighting mad at me
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| The a spaceman in the back
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| Of the Galaxy, attacks me
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| And he flies. |
| Yes he flies
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| This little puppet’s about to get rough
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| You can’t hide but you’re laughing it up
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| It’s a marionette. |
| Marionette. |
| Marionette
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| And there’s a spaceman in the back
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| There’s a spaceman in the back
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| There’s a spaceman in the back
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| Of the Galaxy |