Testo Marionette

The old romeo slips on his robe, he’s checking his mailbox again and no
There ain’t nothing there, He’s been waiting for a package in the mail
But it’s just a couple outdated pamphlets for a sunshine holiday that’s far too exotic
If it he had it his way he’d be alone in a cottage, rather than swimming in the Caribbean

Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair
Marionette, the misfortunate animist
Skeptical of the letters that keep returning back to sender
Blankly staring in the mirror, nobody ever took the time to get to know him
He’s happier to shoot the messenger and blame it on the change in weather
Disheveled and wondering whether if he’s misread the situation again

You made your bed now you gotta lay in it
Coming to terms but you got no penitence
A cannonball firing away so we better duck for cover
Things you’ve said don’t you wish you could take em back but that ain’t quite in your vocab
The general consensus is some people don’t forgive and forget

Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair
Marionette, the misfortunate animal

You made your bed now you gotta lay in it Coming to terms but you got no penitence
A cannonball firing away so we better duck for cover
Things you’ve said don’t you wish you could take em back but that ain’t quite in your vocab
The general consensus is some people don’t forgive and forget

Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair
Marionette, the misfortunate animist
Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair
Marionette, reconciling with his frail conscience