Puppet strings

1. I can't keep from mourning for this topsy-
turvy world / With all its strife and pain /
Mourning for the lost and the desperate
children / Who can't remember their
names

R: And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end
is getting near / I can hear the devil
laughing / And its ringing in my ears

2. Long ago He chose us to inherit all His
kingdom / And we were blessed with light
/ But wandering away we disobeyed Him
in the garden / And stumbled into night

B: We are all like foolish puppets who
desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully
crippled after cutting our own strings

3. But God said I'll forgive you I will face you
Man to man / And win your love again /
Oh how could there be possibly a greater
gift of love / Than dying for a friend

C: Cutting our own strings / Cutting our own
strings / Cutting our own strings

I: © 1976 KING OF HEARTS PUBLISHING

(Originally Recorded On Get Me Out Of Hollywood)