Puppet On a String

Said he was in danger, lost hope with twisted angles

Had a face like yours and mine, but a heart that skipped in time

Said he was too common, if only we could sell him

It makes for happy hearts, it makes for corporate whores

Are you divine?

Have you ever been?

Maybe you can stop me before I do something to myself

Or maybe you could...

Put my head into your chest and my arms around your back

I am not beautiful like you

I hate the way you look at me, I hate the way you trend

Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance

Die alone

You're such a waste of time

You're such a waste of skin

You're just a puppet on a string

Now, let me hear ya sing!

Found a secret agent

The one who makes you famous

But she'll take you down with force, a patriot of course

She's got a sense of style, a sense for our revival

But he wonders which is worse, the contract or the curse

Well, I'm divided in three segments

One for God and man to fight for

One for you and me to die for

One for land

Take my hand, 'cause you're divine

Put my head into your chest and my hands around your neck!

I am not beautiful like you

I hate the way you look at me, I hate the way you trend

Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance

Die alone

You're such a waste of time

You're such a waste of skin

You're just a puppet on a string

Now, let me watch you swing

Are you happy now?

Take my hand, take my hand

'Cause you're divine

You're divine

You're divine

You're divine

I am not beautiful like you

I hate the way you look at me, I hate the way you trend

Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance

Die alone

You're such a waste of time

You're such a waste of skin

You're just a puppet on a string

Now, let me watch you!

Swing!

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