PUPPETS So your back here where you started In the land of kiss and tell Where they kill you of with rumours Just for fun ‘cos you do it well And your eyes shine so brightly Like the dew in a tropical land As you slobber over vomit Served with cocktails and crab And your agents anorexic great at giving head Likes a snifter in the morning And carrot juice in bed And the M. D. has a fetish For small Cornetto cones I guess he blames his parents Who left him on his own Here come the puppets, the ideal stars Friendly on T.V., friendly in bars Send in the medics They think they’ve got ethics Painting the clouds with sunshine everyday There are many splendid things in life Things we can’t conceive Like the fig in the figrolls And the missing rhesus gene Dyslexic when you’re drinking Backwards on your knees Happy ever after all You were only trained to please (Morning clouds come heavy Full of heavy metal dust It’s raining stranger afternoons Not knowing who to trust Silence is unfamiliar Living in a stereo swell Mercy feeds his mistress An ace from T.V. hell Here come the puppets, the ideal stars Friendly on T.V., friendly in bars Send in the medics They think they’ve got ethics Painting the clouds with sunshine everyday Everyday x 3 Repeat twice (second time leave out everyday) To return to Whipping Boy / Third Album's Lyrics Index, click here.