I'll practice my fall for practice makes perfectChained to the wall for maximum holdThe window's so far too far for my legs, ohOpen the door and let out the coldYou knew about thisWith your head in your handsAll alongI was the puppet, I was the puppetTrampolines broke and ceiling has come downThe ache in my back tells me something's gone wrongRocking horse rocks as the wallpaper peelsCurtain would like to know what he has doneYou knew about thisWith your head in your handsAll alongI was the puppet, I was the puppetI'll practice my fall for practice makes perfectChained to the wall for maximum holdThe window's so far too far for my legs, ohOpen the door and let out the coldYou knew about thisWith your head in your handsAll alongI was the puppet, I was the puppetAll alongYou knew about thisWith your head in your handsAll alongYou knew about thisI was the puppet, I was the puppetYou knew about thisWith your head in your handsYou knew about thisI was the puppet, I was the puppetSon of the earth, you knew about thisWith your head in your handsAll alongYou knew about thisI was the puppetAll alongYou knew about thisWith your head in your handsSon of the earth, you knew about thisI was the puppet, I was the puppetAll alongYou knew about this