Boy On a String

The marionetter has your number

Pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own

Dragging your conscience on the stage

And your heart gets rearranged

You cannot tell your mentor from your maker

Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter

Over the way you entertain at beckon call

They don't see behind the lights, or the painted backgrounds

They just like to see you fall

And you don't really mind

And you're just wasting time

And you don't feel anything

You're a boy on a string

Feel a sadness like gapetto

Watchin' the life that he created run away

Seein' the puppeteer's intrusion

And holdin' over remains

(Of puppets that had rotted away)

(One)

Day the curtain will not open (will not open)

And all of the crowds will go away (crowds will go away)

Sometimes those strings will choke you,

But until that day

I feel a sadness like gapetto

Watching the life that he created run away

Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion,

And holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away

One day the curtain will not open

And all of the crowds will go away

Someday those strings will choke you, but until that day

(Until that day)

Well you won't really mind

And you're just wasting time

You don't feel anything

You're a boy on a string

And you don't really mind

And you're just wasting time

And you don't feel anything

You're a boy on a string

Just a boy on a string