Lyrics

Woke up this morning, same shit, different day,
Politicians lying, just a game they play.
Talkin’ ‘bout the people, but they don’t give a damn,
The only thing they care about is their piece of the land.
But behind closed doors, it’s all the same,
One big man laughin’ at this twisted game.

He pulls the strings, tells ‘em what to say,
And we’re just puppets, marchin' his way.
They promise us change, but they’re all in cahoots,
Dancin' to the beat of the big man’s boots.
Sayin' they care, but it’s all just a show,
Meanwhile, he’s laughin' from the throne below.

It’s the Puppetmaster, the man in control,
Pullin’ every damn string, takin’ every damn toll.
We’re just the pawns in his filthy game,
Makin’ us suffer while he cashes his claim.

It’s the Puppetmaster, always in the lead,
Feeding us lies and planting the seed.
Watch the news, they’re tellin' you what’s hot,
But behind the scenes, it’s all one big plot.
That one big man, yeah, you know his name,
He’s the one who’s playin’, we’re all just the same.

He’s got the power, he’s got the cash,
We’re stuck in the dirt while he makes a dash.
Actin' like a king, but he’s a damn clown,
He’ll burn it all down just to wear the crown.

They tell us it’s democracy, they tell us it’s fair,
But we’re just the sheep, caught in his snare.
He’s in the back, pulling every card,
We’re stuck in the front, left bruised and scarred.

It’s the Puppetmaster, the man in control,
Pullin’ every damn string, takin’ every damn toll.
We’re just the pawns in his filthy game,
Makin’ us suffer while he cashes his claim.
It’s the Puppetmaster, always in the lead,
Feeding us lies and planting the seed.

He don’t care ‘bout the poor, don’t care ‘bout the weak,
Only care ‘bout the power, the deals that he speaks.
Look around, you can see the mess,
We’re all just pawns in this damn political stress.
He’s got his hands deep, pulling the thread,
While we’re just the zombies, sleepin' in bed.

It’s the Puppetmaster, the man in control,
Pullin’ every damn string, takin’ every damn toll.
We’re just the pawns in his filthy game,
Makin’ us suffer while he cashes his claim.
It’s the Puppetmaster, always in the lead,
Feeding us lies and planting the seed.

Yeah, he’s the Puppetmaster, just a goddamn king,
You think you’ve got a choice? You ain’t got a thing.
He’s pullin' the strings, laughin’ at your pain,
While we drown in the mess, and he soaks up the gain.