I wonder who's the Puppeteer
Who pulls all the strings
Do they have charge of the world at large
Or just this one country

Is it done for the love of money
Or the power that it holds
Is it shoot to **** for the thrill
Until they fill they're needs and wants

What goes on behind the curtain
Do we really want to know
And if we knew for certain
Would we still come to the show

Tangling you and me in their strings
Befuddled in the motion
As the Puppeteer leaves us hanging
Without us even knowing

Do they tug on us more than once
Strings wound tight in every matter
Wish us luck we're all in the clutch
Of the Puppet Master