I'm on strings,
So move me,
March march march,
To the beat of no drums.
The lights are on,
But way to bright,
I'm on strings,
So move me.
Paint my, face right,
So i can be a pantomime,
Its all wrong, hey its all wrong, start it again.
By pouring wine,
Into a bottemless cup.
By shooting cheap,
What do you achive?
The same answers,
Beckoned mroe then once,
Renders the mean,
That you're not listening.
Paint my, face right,
So i can be a pantomime,
Its all wrong, hey its all wrong,
Start it again.
Paint my, face right, so i can be a pantomime,
Its all wrong, hey, its all wrong.
Turn a page,
In a blank book,
What do you read,
If the words aren't seen?
Paint my, face right,
So i can be a pantomime,
Its all wrong, hey its all wrong,
Start it again.
Paint my, face right,
So i can be a pantomime,
Its all wrong, oh.