[Verse 1] Once upon a Christmas in a gold-plated suite They rolled an old king to the camera on wheels His mind was snowed in but his thoughts still worked great And every wolf at the door brought a gift and a leash [Chorus] The tap broke and got trapped him up in fiber optic tensile Before an axe came down like dirty snow And the country was the favorite show Old man puppet, tap dancing for one more bow [Verse 2] They gave him a script, glow screen to read Say you love freedom while you sell every need He mumbled the lines, they scrolled by his eyes Signs of our futures for the price of the pies [Chorus] They choir hums in the boardroom light We own the faith, we own the night Stator and chain, hearts in the scroll Click by click they own all of the soul Strings on his wrist, strings on his jaw More for the doubters, break every law Is the jet cleared, is the camera roll Upon the flag and say it's all for the ball [Bridge] Little puppet boy, (ba-rup-a-bup-bup-bay) Dance for the money, make the truth go away (Ba-rup-a-bup-bup-bay) (ba-rup-a-bup-bup-bay) We'll buy your conscience cheap this holiday Little puppet boy, (ba-rup-a-bup-bup-bay) Small for the strong men, pray what they say Anyone with dirt or a sack full of gold Gets the key to the kingdom and a country to hold [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] There's a file in the vault, there's a tape in the dark Names like Christmas wrapped around a private part Hands on the puppets, whispers in the room Blackmail carols sung under secret moon Any flag, any faith, any deep, any stake Kiss the rings, drop the ego, you can't eat off the plate Open up the coffers, tear out the floor Burn down the whole house if he keeps one dollar [Chorus] While we chase the applause through the mansion of fools We drown in ads, dig up our own small tools (Break down rage) (for the trail) (Break down) (heavy oh yeah) Sell off the future, brick by brick Call it a bargain, call it a trick Freedom for sale, two for one unpaid Mental health not the downfall, damn [Outro] Little puppet boy, (ba-rup-a-bup-bup-bay) Lost in the spotlight, mind gonna stray (Ba-rup-a-bup-bup-bay) (say when we play) We'll burn in the kingdom for a quarter today Little puppet boy, (ba-rup-a-bup-bup-bay) We're done with your circus, we won't obey When the streets and the screams and the noise bells ring We take back our Christmas, we cut off your strings Cut the strings Cut the strings No more kings, no more queens
