I used to work real hard
A circus life no lie
One day then another
Simply flew on by
It’s true what they say about working another man’s dream
Your life fades… follow your own dreams

The future comes on hard
So put aside your past
Embrace all the wisdom learned
And have yourself a blast
It’s true what they say about time not standing still
For times a… bitter fricken pill…

I am just a puppet
With many different strings
When the master pulls
I get into the swing
It’s true what they say about you not controlling a thing
Doesn’t this have… a bitter fricken ring…

Age has taken its toll
Still a puppet with many strings
When the master pulls
Ya it’s hard to get into the swing
It’s true what they say about you still not controlling a thing
Soon the time will come… you know what I mean…


Suddenly your time has come
And you’re placed upon a shelf
All of your strings are cut
You’re replaced by someone else
It’s true what they say about having an identity
Even though your strings are cut… you’ll never be free…


As you’re removed from the fricken shelf
You end up in a box
All by your fricken self
Oh to be forgotten
Unwanted for anything
Oh ya wouldn’t you know… You still don’t control a thing…

Suddenly the box is opened
By a new set of hands
They clean and polish you up
And put on some new strings
When the master pulls
You get into the swing
Oh ya wouldn’t you know… You still don’t control a thing…

No matter the roll
No matter the goal
No matter the place
No matter the time
You’re the same as before… A puppet with many strings…