Lyrics

Dance puppet, dance at the end of strings,
Pulled here and there by your master,
Made to do the bidding of unseeing eyes,
For the amusement of others in the crowd.

Make them laugh at your own expense,
Please their smiling, plastic faces,
That speak from both sides of their mouths,
Unwilling to change their facile lives.

Strings pulled tight, Never in control,
Heartbeat’s wired to a wooden soul,
Make me dance, until I rise above,
Just a puppet to you, looking for love!

Give them amusement to forget their misery,
As they bemoan their own despair,
Yet are they not wanting of anything better,
Unwavering, they wallow in their own pity,

Strings pulled tight, Never in control,
Heartbeat’s wired to a wooden soul,
Make me dance, until I rise above,
Just a puppet to you, looking for love!

One day the master is gone, strings are cut,
As you lay in a useless heap of wood,
You dream of running to distant green lands,
Where love is real and truly in the heart.

Dream puppet, dream of that day in the sun,
As you are easily tossed away as refuse.
As the fires of the furnace lick and caress you.
When at last you are free to dance no more.

Strings pulled tight, Never in control,
Heartbeat’s wired to a wooden soul,
Make me dance, until I rise above,
Just a puppet to you, looking for love!

Strings pulled tight, Never in control,
Heartbeat’s wired to a wooden soul,
Make me dance, until I rise above,
Just a puppet to you, looking for love!