Jars of Clay Boy on a String Letras:
The marionetter has your number
Pulling your arms and legs till you
can't stand on your own
Dragging your conscience on the stage
and your heart gets rearranged
and you cannot tell your mentor from your Maker
Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter
Over the way you entertain at beckon call
They don't see behind the lights, or
the painted backgrounds
They just like to see you fall

But you don't really mind
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Cause you're just wasting time
You can't feel anything
You're a boy on a string

I feel a sadness like Gapetto
watching the life that he created run away
Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion,
and holding the remains of
puppets that had rotted away
One day the curtain will not open
And all of the crowds will go away
Someday those strings will choke
you, but until that day

But you don't really mind
Cause you're just wasting time
You can't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
Letras: Boy on a String Jars of Clay [final]