A thousand puppets waiting for a call

A thousand puppets afraid to fall



Try to walk, try to dance

Try to talk and wanna get their chance



One guy stands over there

He pretends to go somewhere

He shouts out:



"Follow me...

Only than you will see, what's it all, all about

Only than you will see, what's it all, all about

Hey you there, stop to shout, stop to shout:



Follow me and my advice

Stop to think, ain't this nice ?

I will tell you what to do

If you let me count for you. Un, deux trois."



I prefer to loose my mind, not knowing what to do

Through your eyes I will be blind, through your eyes and you

I don't wanna learn your dance

I don't care for this advance

That's for now the one defense

Not to be caught behind your fence

I prefer to be a freak

And the world might call me weak



If you give me immediate sense

I know I move behind your fence

I know I move behind your fence

I know I move behind your fence