作词 : Haseltine, Jars of Clay Ha, ha, ha FourMarionett has your number Its pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own Draggin' your conscience on the stage And your heart gets rearranged You cannot tell your mentor from your maker Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter Over the way you entertain at beck and call They don't see behind the lights Or the painted background They just like to see you fall And you don't really mind And you're just wasting time And you don't feel anything You're a boy on a string Feel a sadness like GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away Seein' the puppeteer's intrusion And holdin' over remains(Of puppets that had rotted away)(One) Day the curtain will not open(Will not open) And all of the crowds will go away(Crowds will go away) Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day(Sometime)(Until that day) Well you won't really mind And you're just wasting time You don't feel anything You're a boy on a string It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy And you don't really mind And you're just wasting time And you don't feel anything You're a boy on a string And you don't really mind And you're just wasting time You don't feel anything You're a boy on a string Just a boy on a string
作词 : Haseltine, Jars of Clay Ha, ha, ha FourMarionett has your number Its pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own Draggin' your conscience on the stage And your heart gets rearranged You cannot tell your mentor from your maker Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter Over the way you entertain at beck and call They don't see behind the lights Or the painted background They just like to see you fall And you don't really mind And you're just wasting time And you don't feel anything You're a boy on a string Feel a sadness like GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away Seein' the puppeteer's intrusion And holdin' over remains(Of puppets that had rotted away)(One) Day the curtain will not open(Will not open) And all of the crowds will go away(Crowds will go away) Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day(Sometime)(Until that day) Well you won't really mind And you're just wasting time You don't feel anything You're a boy on a string It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy And you don't really mind And you're just wasting time And you don't feel anything You're a boy on a string And you don't really mind And you're just wasting time You don't feel anything You're a boy on a string Just a boy on a string
