when the blue moon rises
in the broken October sky
a crooked smile crosses her lips
a tear in unknowing eyes
the puppet master pulls the strings
the puppet seems surprised
she dances in the moonlight
in the yard were graves reside
moving to the masters will
she dances the dance of death
the puppet master works the strings
she dances round and round\'
she\'ll dance until the masters done
and then he\'ll lay her down