Tom: C
[INT] -> Am C G (x5)
VERSE 1:
Am C G
The marionette has your number
Am C G
It pullin your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own
Am C G
Dragging your conscience on the stage and you heart gets rearranged
Am C G
And you cannot tell your mentor from your maker
Am C G
Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter
Am C G
Over the way you entertain at beckon call
Am C G
They don't see behind the lights or the painted background
Am C G
They just like to see you fall
CHORUS:
C Am C G
But you don't really mind
C Am C G
Cause you're just wasting time
C Am C G
You can't feel anything
C Am C G
Just a boy on a string
VERSE 2:
Am C G
I feel a sadness like Gapetto
Am C G
atching the life that he created run away,
Am C G
eeing the puppeteer's intrusion and holding the remains
Am C G
Of puppets that had rotted away
Am C G
One day the curtain will not open
Am C G
And all of the crowds will go away
Am C G
Someday those strings will choke you
Am C G
But until that day
CHORUS
