Men of Clay

You brought forth an army of clowns

Fit for the masses daft

It seems I'm always on the wrong side.

Three or four words that you repeat

If you ask me that's rather bleak

In this game I play the traitor

Wave the flag, take control.

Gobble up, then go for more

March on, men of clay

Are you selves or slaves?

Don't put strings on me

'Cause I don't want to be

A puppet from your legion of fools

I am breaking the rules

I spit at your wind of lies,

It won't serve to change my mind

You preach, you shriek, you're weak

You hide it fine.

Where were they in times of war?

Are they proud they've missed the show?

The past, a day ago...

Look, they just forgot"

Don't put strings on me

'Cause I don't want to be

A puppet from your legion of fools

I am breaking the rules

Instrumental

Solo

Don't put strings on me

'Cause I don't want to be

A puppet from your legion of fools

Don't put strings on me

'Cause I don't want to be

A puppet from your legion of fools

I am breaking the rules