Lyrics:

Junk is what junk does to another
Place the fact in the hand
Place the hand-me down in a jar
To make it more palatable
To make it more palatable
To make it more palatable for you
Junk is what junk becomes
Immune to the stink and the
Dull cut of butter knives scraping the burn
To make it more palatable for you
From pain to paperclip
Holding broken parts together
A puppet does what a puppet is told
A puppet does
what a puppet is told
To do by stringing it up and away
A puppet does what a puppet is told.
To make it more palatable for you