So many years ago, many more than I'd
Even care to bear in my mind
From the darkest of all places I found you

All the limbs in their right places
and a heart made of real gold
Sell me your little doll, oh sir, I ask you kind

Every night I returned to watch them
The master and the puppet in the show
He said: "oh, no, I cannot sell him...
Priceless he is, masterpiece of mine."

Please, sell me your puppet, sir.
Name your price, oh please,
Whatever you may ask,
tenfold the price I pay

"Did I not make it clear?
This debate is over.
I will never part from this puppet, my son..."

With hungry eyes I followed them all night
The blind master and the puppet he had made
"No, sir, to sell is not my will!"
the doll is mine, even if I have to kill...

So it shall be... if this is what it takes
"Oh, greed's [bad word] blinder than me..."
"Heart of gold is what you wish for?"
"So, this little boy... wants to be... a puppet, for real..."

So I have the golden heart
Now only needing the voice of the master
Never feel hunger, never grow older
My dream was to be a star in a real puppet show

It's so hard to remember my life
The times before the show
can I ever cut off the strings?
"take a bow, now dance and sing..."

Would you turn to a child again?
"No, never, I am your Guide."
You can see a small grin on the face
of the master, when the puppet's in his place

Be careful what you wish for
Wishes [bad word] alive
The twines are pulling me every day and night...
The show, the glitter and all the fame
I'd give away for a life
Some things can end with a word, they say
This only ends with a sharp knife.