Laurie Anderson
Puppet Motel (live)
I live on the highway
Near the Puppet Motel
I log in every day
I know the neighborhood well
Now 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 their dungeons
Inside their machines

They don't know what's really real now
They're having fourth dimensional 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
To the Puppet Motel

Good afternoon
Ooh!
I really like your hair