There's no lack of puppets dangling on a string There's a lack of offerings anyone can bring When you feel a rumbling underneath your feet It wants to crack but it doesn't have the energy Drop your eyes, they're looking for a tumble Stay inside, they're searching with a spotlight You know what's right? They'll get you into trouble In their fight, they want you on the double There's a motion anyone can gesture There's a potion; don't look in the drugstore You get one line; you always want one line more By the end of the night, your neck gets really sore