The Puppet

I'll practice my fall

For practice makes perfect

Chained to the wall

For maximum hold

The window's too far

Too far from my legs

Open the door and let out the coldYou knew about this

With your head in your hands

All along

I was the puppet

I was the puppetTrampolines broken

Ceiling has come down

The ache in my back tells me

Something's gone wrong

Rocking horse rocks

As the wallpaper peels

Curtain would like to know

What he has doneYou knew about this

With your head in your hands

All along

I was the puppet

I was the puppetWe're the salt of the earth

(I'll practice my fall for practice makes erfect) And we know what to say

(Chained to the wall for maximum hold)

We're the salt of the earth

(The window's too far too far from my legs)

And we know our place

(Open the door and let out the cold)You knew about this

With your head in your hands

All along

I was the puppet

I was the puppetAll along

(You knew about this)

With your head in your hands

All along

(You knew about this)

I was the puppet

I was the puppet(You knew about this)

Head in your hands

(You knew about this)

I was the puppet

I was the puppet

(We're the salt of the earth)

You knew about this

(We know what to say)

Your head in your hands

(We're the salt of the earth)

All along

((You knew about this))

(We know our place)

I was the puppet

(We're the salt of the earth)

All along

(We know what to say)

((You knew about this))

Your head in your hands

(We're the salt of the earth)

I was the puppet

((You knew about this))

(We know what to say)

I was the puppet

Songwriters

MCCULLOCH, IAN STEPHEN/SERGEANT, WILLIAM/PATTINSON, LESLIE THOMAS/DE FREITAS, PETEPublished by

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