Puppet on a Chain Songtext
von Toseland

Watch out here he comes.
Judge and Jury number one.
You think he holds the keys to turn your world around.
High up on his throne,
Sound the buzzer, laugh em down.
He′s got emperor's new clothes and a thorny crown.

Riding the hype through a TV promise.
Charting a course for the sun.
Hope in their eyes soon start to diminish.
Conveyor belt turns and spits out another one.


Bright lights are calling.
Hooked up on fame like a puppet on a chain.
That star is falling.
A pawn in the game, like a puppet on a chain.
Hung up on fame, like a puppet on a chain.
Yea like a puppet on a chain.
Comes a little one.
Always singing says the mum.
Yeah beating everyone that′s on the radio.
Put em on a stage.
Get the wolves out of the cage.
Let the auto tune engage, lip sync as you go.

The audience rise in hysterical passion.
There's not a dry eye in the house.

The cameras caught every soul sucking minute
As telephonists charge for the right to scream and shout.

Bright lights are calling.
Hooked up on fame, like a puppet on a chain.
That star is falling.
A pawn in the game, like a puppet on a chain.
Hung up on fame, like a puppet on a chain.
Like a puppet on a chain.
Like a puppet on a chain.

Spinning around on a carousel.
Holding on tight by your fingernails.
It's a rat trap honey.
An empty promise.
One for the show.
Two shots for the money.

Two shots for the money.


Hooked up on fame, like a puppet on a chain. (Spoken repeat).
Limos drive you round.
With your yes men on the ground.
Your wish is their command.
Their gifts to keep you blind.
Hooked up on fame, like a puppet on a chain.
Pawn in the game, like a puppet on a chain.
Hooked up on fame, like a puppet on a chain.
You′ve been hung. You′ve been hung. You've been hung.
Yeah yeah!

Hooked up on fame, like a puppet on a chain.
Pawn in the game, like a puppet on a chain.
Hooked on fame, like a puppet on a chain.
You′ve been hung. You've been hung. You′ve been hung.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Like a puppet on a chain.
Puppet on a chain.