| Song | The Puppet Motel |
| Artist | Laurie Anderson |
| Album | Bright Red |
| 作词 : Anderson, Eno | |
| I live on the highway | |
| Near the Puppet | |
| Motel I log in every day | |
| I know the neighborhood well. | |
| No 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 the dungeons | |
| Inside their machines. | |
| Cause they don't know | |
| What's really real now they're havin' fourth dimentional 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 | |
| At the Puppet | |
| Motel. Boot up. | |
| Good afternoon. | |
| Pause . Oooo. | |
| I really llike the way you talk. | |
| Pardon me. | |
| Shut down. |
| zuò cí : Anderson, Eno | |
| I live on the highway | |
| Near the Puppet | |
| Motel I log in every day | |
| I know the neighborhood well. | |
| No 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 the dungeons | |
| Inside their machines. | |
| Cause they don' t know | |
| What' s really real now they' re havin' fourth dimentional 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 | |
| At the Puppet | |
| Motel. Boot up. | |
| Good afternoon. | |
| Pause . Oooo. | |
| I really llike the way you talk. | |
| Pardon me. | |
| Shut down. |