Moving in all directions
a puppet on a string
when the master pulls
you get into the swing
you don’t control a single thing.
Age has taken its toll
still a puppet on a string
when the master pulls
it’s hard to get into the swing
ya, you still don’t control a single thing.
Suddenly your time has come
placed upon a shelf
your strings are cut
no master wants you for anything
ya that’s right
you still don’t control a single thing.
As you’re removed off the shelf
you end up in a box
forgotten like most other things
another unwanted for anything
ya wouldn’t ya know it
you still don’t control a single thing.
Suddenly the box is opened
a set of hands pull you out
they clean you off
polish you up
put upon you some new string
oh ya, oh my
you still don’t control a single thing.
isn’t it all so amazing, you’re the same old puppet on a string!
No matter the roll
no matter the time
no matter the place
no matter the goal
you’re still a puppet on a string.
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