You tap your feet on the wooden stage
Your routine is all the rage
The children laugh as they watch the show
Unaware of things they ought to know
Don’t see the hands that are pulling the strings
and fill their heads with impossible things
If they knew where you were coming from
They’d run away from all your Babylon

It seems you like punchin’ Judy, poor Judy, what did Judy ever do to you?
I don’t know, but it’s part of the show, and who am I to ever question you?
To be certain, if I peek around the curtain, to see who’s running the show
You yell, “hate!” And you ex-communicate and you say, I’m going down below.

Mary Annette
I peeked around and what do you know
You’re just a puppet in a puppet show

Now we see you on the tv set
and on the world, wide internet
Tellin’ people that God is broke
Takin’ advantage of the simpler folk
But when the strings cut and you collapse
On the stage in a pile of trash
The people who once sang in your choir
Will warm their hands over you in the fire

Because you liked punchin’ Judy, poor Judy, what did Judy ever do to you?
I don’t know, but it was part of the show, and who was I to ever question you?
Poor Mary, the end for you is scary and it’s not what I wanted at all
I tried to warn ya, so I would have to mourn ya, that pride comes before a fall

Mary Annette
I peeked around and what do you know
You’re just a puppet in a puppet show

Oh, how the mighty fall.
The people who once sang in your choir
Warm their hands over you in the fire