A thousand puppets waiting for a call
A thousand puppets afraid to fall

Try to walk, try to dance
Try to talk and wanna get their chance

One guy stands over there
He pretends to go somewhere
He shouts out:

"Follow me...
Only than you will see, what's it all, all about
Only than you will see, what's it all, all about
Hey you there, stop to shout, stop to shout:

Follow me and my advice
Stop to think, ain't this nice ?
I will tell you what to do
If you let me count for you. Un, deux trois."

I prefer to loose my mind, not knowing what to do
Through your eyes I will be blind, through your eyes and you
I don't wanna learn your dance
I don't care for this advance
That's for now the one defense
Not to be caught behind your fence
I prefer to be a freak
And the world might call me weak

If you give me immediate sense
I know I move behind your fence
I know I move behind your fence
I know I move behind your fence