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PUPPET STRINGS

Randy Stonehill



I can't keep from mourning for this topsy-

turvy world / With all its strife and pain /

Mourning for the lost and the desperate

children / Who can't remember their

names



And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end

is getting near / I can hear the devil

laughing / And its ringing in my ears



Long ago He chose us to inherit all His

kingdom / And we were blessed with light

/ But wandering away we disobeyed Him

in the garden / And stumbled into night



And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end

is getting near / I can hear the angels

weeping / And it's ringing in my ears



We are all like foolish puppets who

desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully

crippled after cutting our own strings



But God said I'll forgive you I will face you

Man to man / And win your love again /

Oh how could there be possibly a greater

gift of love / Than dying for a friend



And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end

is getting near / I can hear the devil

laughing / And it's ringing in my ears



We are all like foolish puppets who

desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully

crippled after cutting our own strings



Cutting our own strings / Cutting our own

strings / Cutting our own strings



© 1976 KING OF HEARTS PUBLISHING



(Originally Recorded On Get Me Out Of Hollywood)