Puppet On A String

Moving in all directions
A puppet on a string
When the master pulls
You get into the swing
You don’t control a single thing

Age has taken it’s toll
Still a puppet on a string
When the master pulls
Its hard to get into the swing
Ya
You still don’t control a single thing

Suddenly your time has come
Placed upon a shelf
Your strings are cut
No master wants you for anything
Ya that’s right
You still don’t control a single thing

As you’re removed off the shelf
You end up in a box
Forgotten like most other things
Another unwanted for anything
Ya wouldn’t ya know it
You still don’t control a single thing

Suddenly the box is opened
A new set of hands pulls you out
They clean you off
Polish you up
Put upon you some new string
Oh ya oh my
You still don’t control a single thing

Isn’t it all so amazing you’re the same old puppet on a string

No matter the roll
No matter the time
No matter the place
No matter the goal
You’re still a puppet on a string