such light-weight marionette strings
everyone here so pretty in their dolls clothes
and fresh cardboard for breakfast is never too bad
provided there's a supply of ink on hand to wash it all down

some will contemplate until they erode
tear a piece off to yesterday let it get carried forth by the water
still, neatly dressed up in our permanent makeup, as soon as born
in the circus as it is mandatory and required of each of us

we don't stare too long up into the sun when allowed
really only enough to heat the glaze off the eyes
when pressed up against the glass emotionless to the crowd outside
they smile, prepare the peanut bags, such cute, excellent animals

oh the light-weight marionette strings
digging into flesh come time to perform our amazing feats
my silly soul mate propped up on the dehydrated elephant bull
just for the light it brings to the fucking audience

can you see the way the little boy stares at the whip
how sweet the little movements from the hand that wields control
a crack here and a crack there from the man in the top hat
its always such an amazing show...

and such light-weight marionette strings
such light-weight marionette strings
just digging, digging into the flesh
what more could a human with too much hair wish for?