Laurie Anderson — Puppet Motel live

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 They don't know what's really real now They're having 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 To the Puppet Motel Good afternoon Ooh! I really like your hair