Puppet on a string, puppet on a string
You can make it dance, you can make it sing
You control it's actions, every single thing
Puppet on a string, puppet on a string
A fixed painted smile, painted on its face
A pretty little dress, all trimmed up with lace
Walk around the stage, back and forth you pace
A fixed painted smile, painted on your face
Does it know, does it know
Back and forth in a row
That the actions are not your own
Do you know, do you know
Dancing, twirling though the night
Moving into morning light
You feel the strings, but cannot fight
Helpless dancing through the night
Cruel fate of a puppet doll
Heeding to your master's call
Cut the strings and watch you fall
Cruel fate of a puppet doll
"Stop it, stop it, stop it please"
The puppet cries, fall to your knees
The others also echo your pleas
"Stop it, stop it, stop it please"
Without the strings, a puppet dies
But with the strings, they all live lies
Puppet, puppet, string it ties
Without the strings, a puppet dies
When the master has had its fun
I cut the string and and the puppet's done
Watch the puppet fall to the ground
Hear my laughter all around
Puppet, puppet on a string
I make you laugh, I make you sing
