Puppet Of Strings (Poem)

I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
See my jaw work and my feet prance
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swing my hands and I'll want to slap your face
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me

As you spit on my shoes and mar the black
I'm sure you've got the same stains
On your soul

With screws for eyes that penetrate my brain
I can't imagine life without pain
The bloody tears I cry make you happy
Make the world really, really spin
As I'm wound up for fun again

I'm a marionette! Move me, move me

The good news is I've been to London, Spain, and France
And with all had just one dance
In parkas, vests, and polos
Dress me up, dress me down
No one ever notices my frown

One foot to the west
One foot to the east
I'm dusty on a shelf
Cast off 'til I'm needed

I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swinging and traveling in a carnival
Never have I felt like such a Circus freak