The Boy Who Wanted To Be A Real Puppet

So many years ago
Many more than I'd
Even care to bear in my mind
From the darkest of all places I found you

All the limbs in their right places
And a heart made of real gold
Sell me your little doll
Oh sir, I ask you kind.

Every night
I returned to watch them
The master
And the puppet in the show

He said: Oh no
I cannot sell him
Priceless he is
Masterpiece of mine.

Please, sell me your puppet, sir.
Name your price, Oh! Please,
Whatever you may ask,
Tenfold the price I pay

Did I not make it clear?
This debate is over.
I will never
Part from this puppet, my son.

With hungry eyes
I followed them all night
The blind master
And the puppet he had made

No, sir
To sell is not my will!
The doll's mine,
Even if I have to kill!

So it shall be
If this is what it takes
Oh, greed's truly blinder than me!
Heart of gold

Is what you wish for?
So, this little boy
Wants to be
A puppet, for real

So I have a golden heart
Now only needing
The voice of the master
Never feel hunger

Never grow older
My dream was to be
A star in a real puppet
Show!

[Guitar Solo]

It's so hard to remember my life
The times before the show
Can I ever cut off the strings?
Take a bow, now dance and sing!

Sing!

Would you turn me to a child again?
No, never, I am your Guide.
You can see a small grin on the face
Of the master, when the puppet's in his place

Be careful what you wish for
Wishes might come alive
The twines are pulling me every day
And night...

The show, the glitter and all the fame
I'd give away for a life
Some things can end with a word, they say
This only ends with a sharp knife. Knife!