Dr. Steel

I feel hypnotized.
The ground don't touch your feet
And deep within your eyes
the spiral comes to meet
My uncontrolled awareness of what the hell
I think just might possibly be going on.
It all began in Wrongtown Vietnam.
Crawling up your leg a G.I. plastic man.
His face is strange. It's been rearranged.
It's time to meet his friends now take his hand.
Hey, they're looking at you.
Infants in the skies.
Hey, their tiny hands and feet
begin to climb.
P.J. Moundoll turn around all bound to lose control.
Baby sins in Target bins, they want to eat your soul.
This little puppet's about to get rough.
You can't hide but you're laughing it up.
It's a marionette. Marionette. Marionette.