So near the end now, in next to no time that surprise, a new start.
To cut the strings and collide with the floor much the same as a puppet
Already broken from being fooled around with for so long
Being mopped around the floor with drugs and alcohol can only be beneficial
Some needy girl will surely come and pick up the remains
Love the little puppet for his cute black boots and hat
Tie each sting to each finger the same as you
A puppet can only come to life when being used









“I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out,

I'm gone, I'm just gone

But at least I author my own disaster”

“The Past is a Grotesque Animal” Of Montreal

we had a good run.