Song

• English

  The marionette has your number
  Pulling your arms and legs ’til you can’t stand on your own
  Dragging your conscience on the stage and your heart gets rearranged,
  and 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

  I feel the 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 (will not open)
  And all of the crowds will go away (crowds will go away)
  Some times those strings will choke you
  But until that day

  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, just a boy, just a boy…

  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

  ‘Cause you don’t really mind
  And you’re just wasting time
  You don’t feel anything
  You’re a boy on a string
  Just a boy on a string