Puppeteer

Every evening As I put my toys away I think about what I've done today It's nothing I've done nothing Accomplished nothing Rather carefully I pick up the jigsaw I've been working on Or rather staring at Make up your mind you fool Tick tock goes the time you fool You're out of line you fool Tick tock goes the time I trudge back to my cryo-tube post-meal But no matter how much bread I just don't feel Alright Maybe next few days they'll release me Cut me from my strings puppeteer Ee-eer Putting blocks in Labeled baskets I can see their eyes behind reflective glass Staring at me Laughing at me I hook the plastic tube to my neuro-dock Ready for my daily dose, oh, let 'em gawk Alright Maybe next few days they'll release me Cut me from my strings puppeteer Eer