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

Cause they don't know what's really real now
They're havin' 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 at the Puppet Motel

Boot up
Good afternoon
Pause
Ooh, I really like the way you talk
Pardon me
Shut down

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Brian Peter George Eno, Laurie Anderson