Puppet on a String

©1998 Ekendra dasa
02 Puppet on a String
I’m just a puppet on a string
I can’t do anything
I can’t jump, fly, dot an “i”
talk about the weather
pick a peck of pickled peppers or sing
I can’t do anything
I’m only just a puppet on a string

You keep me hangin’ around
And if You ever let me down
I’d be one disowned pile of bone
Better just scatter my ashes
all over the ground
You lettin’ me down would be like a
ghost leavin’ a ghost town

And if You left me all alone,
I’d lie around and moan
Without You liftin’ my lids
and doin’ what You did
I’d be livin in a dead zone
There’d be nobody home,
all of my keepin’ on
would be dead and gone

I’m just a puppet on a string
I can’t do anything
But give me a reason to walk and I’m walkin’
jump, and I’m jumpin’
talk and I’m talkin’
You’re the puppet king
and I’m only just a
puppet on Your string

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