Have you heard about this strange man-in-the-paper
A man who went out for a night on the town
He ran around casually causing crimes and he killed a clock for not having the time
The average man wouldn't mind such a thing but ignore the problem the problems it brings
Baby, it's hard to tell you about the topic, I feel something ripe rattling inside my brain
A choking coughing deafening sound that the common doctor calls clinically insane oh what fun oh what pain
Oh, what a marionette we've got here
And no one see's who's pulling on your strings. Baby, But I do, we do
And the soul of a man who's lost his luster
Understand that only her and the others will see
So gone on and tell me, baby
He makes for the shadows in the light of day
Couple o' hours before the pills begin to take him away
Some sort of siren blaring in the air
Thoughts of his correction begin to appear
Please believe, babe It's not all in my head
There just no even conceivable way that this Brain be better off dead
I take these pills to be better, not cause injury
But I'm getting suspicious of prayers and deathwishes that something's wrong with me
And I've had it, can any of you still hear
Has the constant sound of sadness abound ripped your gut with fear
Define blasphemy just for me
I'll Rewrite history on an author's knee
Oh, what a marionette we've got here
And no one see's who's pulling on your strings. Baby, But I do, we do
And the soul of a man who's lost his luster
Become the man that only her and the others will see
Oh and you'll see
The world is ready for some changes, start with torn-out textbook pages, love
The mind of a man that's full of wonder
Leave him deep down, 6 feet under ground
Only someone of my caliber could ever intervene
And All that they will ever see is a vicious crazy fiend
My works are piling off the shelves
Eyes sunken deep, down, straight to hell
And all this time I was running away from me from myself
Oh
OOOH
What a marionette we've got here
And no one see's who's pulling on your strings. Baby I do, we do
And the soul of a man who's lost his luster
I'm now the man that only her and the others can see
Oh and you'll see
If all the world had stopped tomorrow
I'd be here to help you borrow flesh, or at least lend you a hand
The world is ready for some changes, start with torn-out textbook pages, love
My love
Oh, What a marionette