put your hand inside the puppet head

as your body floats down third street

with the burn-smell factory closing up

yes it's sad to say you will romanticize

all the things you've known before

it was not not not so great

it was not not not so great

and as you take a bath in that beaten path

there's a pounding at the door

well it's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity

he says the good old days never say good-bye