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!