Lyrics Sunday's Hit - Second

My brain got used to being inactivated
She did the rest when she, saw I was hungry
I was the puppet that she's always liked on her own.

Then I decided not to be operated
When i could see her face was wearing nothing
I did'nt mind what she was saying about me.

Two days on my bed, it's the best plan that I've never had
I've got a new order, a new order, I've got a new order
And the first line is out of reach for you.