PUPPET MASTER

PUPPET MASTER Although you’re his in the story book Your face is pregnant with that look When you walk your hips they sway I catch a breath when I look your way Bet you wish you are one of us But the big dog guy demands your trust He’s the puppet master who makes you stay He pulls your strings and he has his say He makes you think there’s no other way Will you ever escape the gloves of the puppet master You’re drinking out of golden taps That’s his addiction and yours perhaps But when it comes to basic needs I think you blank hand that feeds Bet you spy from the upper floor Hear the laughter and mouthy talk But the puppet master makes you stay He pulls your strings and he has his say He makes you think there’s no other way Will you ever escape the gloves of the puppet master His life is his work and we work for him I know But your face it aches And your eyes are screaming let’s go I think you’ll snap one summer night His silky white gloves filling you with spite And I’ll be sweating in a car outside Motor running and hoping to fly And down the road kissing with our eyes You’ll tell me that you realize It’s the puppet master who makes you stay He pulls your strings and he has his say He makes you think there’s no other way But tonight we’re cutting the strings of the puppet master