A puppeteer with such a sad face, | 1 |
sees the world and can’t take much in, | 2 |
pulls the curtain back | 3 |
to just get burnt by daylight. | 4 |
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When and where is Main and Mayhem? | 5 |
Which way is out of town? | 6 |
I’m bowing out of this last performance, | 7 |
I’ll exit quiet without a sound | 8 |
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You’ve got the world by a string, | 9 |
you’ve got him on a leash. | 10 |
But here’s the thing, | 11 |
you’ve got me hanging by a noose. | 12 |
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For once I’m naïve and stupid, | 13 |
caught between third and home. | 14 |
So play your games, | 15 |
from here, you’re forever alone. | 16 |
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Your playhouse is a whorehouse, | 17 |
you can’t keep faces straight. | 18 |
I won’t play cat and mouse, | 19 |
you can just fornicate yourself | 20 |
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You’ve got the world by a string, | 21 |
you’ve got him on a leash. | 22 |
But here’s the thing, | 23 |
you’ve got me hanging by a noose. | 24 |
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Reprimand the days you spoke out of turn | 25 |
after I would spill my heart. | 26 |
Drop into oblivion the times | 27 |
we claimed as the happiest on earth. | 28 |
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You’ve got the world by a string, | 29 |
you’ve got him on a leash. | 30 |
But here’s the thing, | 31 |
I’m still here hanging by a noose. | 32 |
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…It’s everything you deserve to be… | 33 |