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How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?

How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery?

Tell me

something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to

let

another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?

How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you can`t leave? Tell

me

something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to

let

another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? A

dullard

strung on the wire. When the master`s gone you hang there with your

eyes and

your limbs so lifeless.

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?

How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin? A dullard strung

on

the wire. When the master`s gone you hang there with your eyes and

your

limbs so lifeless.

Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane

again

to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden

head?

Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal

jaw pins

all wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way.

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?

How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery?

Tell me

something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to

let

another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?

How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you can`t leave? Tell

me

something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to

let

another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? A

dullard

strung on the wire. When the master`s gone you hang there with your

eyes and

your limbs so lifeless.

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?

How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin? A dullard strung

on

the wire. When the master`s gone you hang there with your eyes and

your

limbs so lifeless.

Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane

again

to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden

head?

Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal

jaw pins

all wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way.

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