Big head little man
Sits upon
A çloud of darkness
Caught up
In a world of confusion
An ego too heavy
It's weight
Is holding everything else down
That big headed little man
Has an empty cup
He has nothing to drink
And he is
So thirsty
Many people in poverty
They come for help
But he don't have
Nothing to give them
To stop their suffering
He cannot help himself
Without a heart without a soul
Because a puppet has no control
It has no power
Pull its strings
And it starts to move
And imitate being alive!
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