It's just a metaphor, no puppets were harmed.

[SlashDog 0]

Very manic (up and down),
hotel bed, just lying round.
Vision's hazy, inspiration's flat,
heart burnt out, go figure that.
If I should die before I wake
I pray the maid this bed to make.
Don't change the sheets, just make it up
with me inside and sell my stuff.
Or get the paddles and shock my heart
see if you can make it start.
Help me now, before life wanes,
please chuck me out the nearest plane!
I'll soar and fall and fall some more,
fall and fly, tumble and soar.
When I get down we'll have a beer
and smoke a j with friends so dear.
We'll talk of days when life was easy
beneath the cool night sky so breezy.
And when the wind will start to blow
and scoops me up, it's time to go.
Where we end up, don't know, don't care
long as skies are blue and there's hot chicks there.
Maybe Mars or South Dakota
or Dagobah and I'll hang with Yoda.
That little guy can really shred!
He's freeflying now inside my head.
We'll go head down and speed to earth
before our canopies' rebirth.
Then eclipse the sky with speeding silk
bilk, hilk, milk, wilk, jilk, nilk, fuck it.

Thanks for the jump, Yoda. You crazy little upskirt perv!