The Puppet Master

Night time in Budapest So many people are waiting in line Darkness without a glow What a night to be watching a Christmas show What a magical mystery feeling Dancing at the end of their silvery strings Almost human in size Like children with plague in their flesh These puppets are oh so grotesque Night time in Budapest The puppet theater is so dark inside Gas lamps light the stage We're watching as the curtain begins to rise What a magical mystery feeling Dancing at the end of their silvery strings Almost human in size Like children with plague in their flesh These puppets are so grotesque Here come the puppets There is one, two--I see three puppets waiting in the wing Then they start to walk in line And suddenly they're all on the stage I see the puppet master high above on the walkway He pulls one string and up goes a leg, down goes a head He pulls one more and he lets them all go No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all I take a look at the Little Drummer Boy up on the stage, oh no I think he looked at me, me, is he alive? I get a little scared as he starts to play his drum On the skin of his hand, I see a little cut--blood Night time in Budapest So many things here are not what they seem But we love them all What a night to remember forevermore What a magical mystery feeling Dancing at the end of their silvery strings Almost human in size Like children with plague in their flesh These puppets are so grotesque The show has come to an end The master himself is on the stage With his children, the curtain must fall And then the puppets they are gone --- The Puppet Master - King Diamond