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