Puppet On a String-Parabelle

Said he was in danger Lost hope with twisted angles Had a face like yours and mine But a heart that skipped in time Said he was too common If only we could sell him It makes for happy hearts It makes for corporate whores Are you divine? Have you ever been? Maybe you can stop me Before I do something to myself Or maybe you could... Put my head into your chest And my arms around your back I am not beautiful like you I hate the way you look at me I hate the way you trend Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance Die alone Your just a waste of time Your such a waste of skin Your just a puppet on a string Now let me hear you sing Failed a secret agent The one who makes you famous But she'll take you down with force A patriot of course Hes got a sense of style A sense for our revival But he wonders which is worse The contract or the curse Well I'm divided In every segment One for god and man to fight for One for you and me to die for One for land Take my hand cause your divine Put my head into your chest And my hands around your neck I am not beautiful like you I hate the way you look at me I hate the way you trend Tolerance tolerance tolerance tolerance Die alone Your just a waste of time Your such a waste of skin Your just a puppet on a string Now let me watch you swing Are you happy now? Take my hand Take my hand Cause your divine Your divine, your divine, your divine I am not beautiful like you I hate the way you look at me I hate the way you trend Tolerance tolerance tolerance tolerance Die alone Your just a waste of time Your such a waste of skin Your just a puppet on a string Now let me watch you! SWING! Tip toe [x7] Tip