when the blue moon rises
in the broken October sky
a crooked smile crosses her lips
a tear in un-knowing eyes
the puppet master pulls the strings
the puppet seems surprised
she dances in the moon light
in the yard where graves reside
moving to the masters will
she dances the dance of death
her tears fall like rain
soaking into the ground
the puppet master pulls the strings
she dances \'round and \'round
she\'ll dance until the masters done
and then he\'ll lay her down