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 And you don't damn the dying I don't make fun for forgettin' I don't taunt folks for trying But the mind, isn't able And the body ain't willin' On the strings that they're tuggin' On the puppet they're killin' Oh, man, if you're in there In there Mr. Joe Tell the master of puppets We all said "Hello" Hello There's a whole lot of hate And a whole lot of fighting Can't even go to Thanksgivin' Without being divided I'd naive to believe that either side cared About me more than power Enough to keep me aware I could be under the bombs Living in mortal panic But I'm USA born It's a lucky accident Oh, man, if you're in there In there, Mr. Joe Tell the master of puppets We all said "Hello" Oh, man, if you're in there And it's all just your pride I guess it's your choice to make 'Cause it sure isn't mine