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 of four words that you repeat
If you ask me that’s rather dim
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 legions 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 legions of fools
I am breaking the rules!
Don’t put strings on me
'Cause I don’t want to be
A puppet from your legions of fools
I am breaking the rules!