Puppets Meat Plateau Lyrics

Plateau Lyrics

many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
some belong to
strangers and some to folks you know
holy ghosts and talk show hosts are
planted in the sand
to beautify the foothills and shake the many
hands

there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
and an
illustrated book about birds
you see a lot up there but don't be
scared
who needs action when you got words

when you're finished with
the mop then you can stop
and look at what you've done
the plateau's
clean, no dirt to be seen
and the work it took was fun

well the many
hands began to scan around for the next plateau
some said it was greenland
and some say mexico
others decided in was nowhere except for where they
stood
but those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could