[Intro]
Watch the show, yeah, strings attached
My old man danced for pocket change, that's facts
While suits up high pull their own strings
Same dance, different ring
[Verse 1]
Daddy was a puppeteer down on 42nd Street
Wooden dolls dancing for dollars, just to make ends meet
Now I'm watching CNN, same shit different scene
Politicians dancing like puppets on my TV screen
Got their hands up their backs, moving lips with perfect time
Reading scripts they didn't write, selling us their perfect lies
Left wing, right wing, same damn puppet show
Both sides claiming truth while the bullshit starts to flow
[Chorus]
We're all puppets in this clown parade
Dancing to the tune that someone else made
Pull my strings, watch me dance and sing
But I see the hands that make everything
(Who's really pulling these puppet strings?)
[Verse 2]
My old man's dignity hung by threads in the park
While these suits trade their souls in boardrooms after dark
They say "free market" but the game is rigged
Same way daddy's puppets danced exactly how he bid
Social media's the new strings, algorithms control the flow
Blue check puppets dancing, putting on their little show
I'm laughing at the irony, but shit ain't really funny
When the whole damn world's a stage and everyone wants money
[Bridge]
Cut the strings, let the puppets fall
Watch them scramble when they hit the wall
Truth ain't pretty when the curtain drops
And all these fake-ass players finally stop
[Verse 3]
Every tweet's a puppet show, every post a masquerade
Got us fighting culture wars while real problems fade
My dad at least was honest 'bout the nature of his game
These new age puppeteers playing us, that's the real shame
But who am I to judge? I'm dancing too
Got my own strings attached to everything I do
At least I know I'm part of this circus act
While others think they're free, man, how f*cking whack
[Outro]
The show goes on, strings still intact
But now you see the hands behind the act
Question is, will you cut yours free?
Or keep dancing like my old man... just like me
Luca Rosso - Puppet Strings Lyrics
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English
[Intro]
Watch the show, yeah, strings attached
My old man danced for pocket change, that's facts
While suits up high pull their own strings
Same dance, different ring
[Verse 1]
Daddy was a puppeteer down on 42nd Street
Wooden dolls dancing for dollars, just to make ends meet
Now I'm watching CNN, same shit different scene
Politicians dancing like puppets on my TV screen
Got their hands up their backs, moving lips with perfect time
Reading scripts they didn't write, selling us their perfect lies
Left wing, right wing, same damn puppet show
Both sides claiming truth while the bullshit starts to flow
[Chorus]
We're all puppets in this clown parade
Dancing to the tune that someone else made
Pull my strings, watch me dance and sing
But I see the hands that make everything
(Who's really pulling these puppet strings?)
[Verse 2]
My old man's dignity hung by threads in the park
While these suits trade their souls in boardrooms after dark
They say "free market" but the game is rigged
Same way daddy's puppets danced exactly how he bid
Social media's the new strings, algorithms control the flow
Blue check puppets dancing, putting on their little show
I'm laughing at the irony, but shit ain't really funny
When the whole damn world's a stage and everyone wants money
[Bridge]
Cut the strings, let the puppets fall
Watch them scramble when they hit the wall
Truth ain't pretty when the curtain drops
And all these fake-ass players finally stop
[Verse 3]
Every tweet's a puppet show, every post a masquerade
Got us fighting culture wars while real problems fade
My dad at least was honest 'bout the nature of his game
These new age puppeteers playing us, that's the real shame
But who am I to judge? I'm dancing too
Got my own strings attached to everything I do
At least I know I'm part of this circus act
While others think they're free, man, how f*cking whack
[Outro]
The show goes on, strings still intact
But now you see the hands behind the act
Question is, will you cut yours free?
Or keep dancing like my old man... just like me
Watch the show, yeah, strings attached
My old man danced for pocket change, that's facts
While suits up high pull their own strings
Same dance, different ring
[Verse 1]
Daddy was a puppeteer down on 42nd Street
Wooden dolls dancing for dollars, just to make ends meet
Now I'm watching CNN, same shit different scene
Politicians dancing like puppets on my TV screen
Got their hands up their backs, moving lips with perfect time
Reading scripts they didn't write, selling us their perfect lies
Left wing, right wing, same damn puppet show
Both sides claiming truth while the bullshit starts to flow
[Chorus]
We're all puppets in this clown parade
Dancing to the tune that someone else made
Pull my strings, watch me dance and sing
But I see the hands that make everything
(Who's really pulling these puppet strings?)
[Verse 2]
My old man's dignity hung by threads in the park
While these suits trade their souls in boardrooms after dark
They say "free market" but the game is rigged
Same way daddy's puppets danced exactly how he bid
Social media's the new strings, algorithms control the flow
Blue check puppets dancing, putting on their little show
I'm laughing at the irony, but shit ain't really funny
When the whole damn world's a stage and everyone wants money
[Bridge]
Cut the strings, let the puppets fall
Watch them scramble when they hit the wall
Truth ain't pretty when the curtain drops
And all these fake-ass players finally stop
[Verse 3]
Every tweet's a puppet show, every post a masquerade
Got us fighting culture wars while real problems fade
My dad at least was honest 'bout the nature of his game
These new age puppeteers playing us, that's the real shame
But who am I to judge? I'm dancing too
Got my own strings attached to everything I do
At least I know I'm part of this circus act
While others think they're free, man, how f*cking whack
[Outro]
The show goes on, strings still intact
But now you see the hands behind the act
Question is, will you cut yours free?
Or keep dancing like my old man... just like me
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC