hand over the controller man
you're older than jesus
in a neolithic scene
on the edges of egypt
but You don’t diss the dead
You don’t damn the dying
Make fun of forgetting
Taunt folks for trying
yet the body ain’t able
And the mind ain’t willing
on the strings are still tugging
On the puppet they’re killing
Old man if you’re in there
if you’re in there mr Joe
Tell the master of puppets
We all said hello
There’s a whole lotta hate
And a whole lot of fighting
Can’t go to thanksgiving
Without being divided
I’d be naive to believe
That either side cared
About me more than power
Or to keep me aware
I could be under the bombs
in mortal panic
But I’m USA born
A lucky accident
Old man if you’re in there
if you’re in there mr Joe
Tell the master of puppets
We all said hello
Old man if you’re in there
And it’s all jus your pride
I guess it’s your choice to make
Cause it sure isn’t mine
