You can be forgiven for the worst sins committed
you want freedom? haha, kid you can forget it
You've already got the puppeteers stings around your neck
by the time you finished dancing your jig you'll be a wreck


This here is the puppet show called life
the puppeteers got all the strings and the knife
You'll play your part
with strings tightest around your heart
With eyes so ruby red
one wrong step and you'll be dead
So dance your jig
Coz we cant win agents the puppeteers of life


That's right you're young and able
It doesnt matter that your brains not all that stable
Right now you're his perfect little puppet
Your lips should not move until he moves them so shout it


So then what happens when you're old
And our body wont do as it's told
When oiling your hinges and wood
doesn't do anymore good
Your strings get cut
Farewell good luck
Your out of the puppet show called life


But what if you pulled
as those ruby eyes cooled
All you'd need is for just one string to be snapped
And you'd bow to your final act
You've cut your strings
You're the first puppet who wins
and surly not the last
Oh to think how that puppeteer will gasp
You've escaped his puppet show he called life