Puppet dog, whoever made you
Years ago
Knew how bad I'd needa friend
Puppet dog, your felt red mouth
And bells for eyes
Scare the devils off again

Puppet dog, come bite your master
And in the morning after
Sprinkle rain across the sands
Puppet dog, I return the bite, you
Reveal the fist inside you
Leaving me nothing but my hand

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Writer(s): GUY KYSER, ODOM STOOERT