| Song | The Puppet Master |
| Artist | King Diamond |
| Album | The Puppet Master |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diamond | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestSo many people are waiting in line | |
| Darkness without a glow | |
| What a night to be watching a | |
| Christmas show | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are oh so grotesque | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestThe | |
| Puppet Theater is so dark inside | |
| Gas lamps light the stage | |
| We're watching as the curtain begins to rise | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are so grotesque | |
| Sssssshhhh...here come the | |
| PuppetsThere is 1..2... | |
| I see 3 Puppets waiting in the wing | |
| Then they start to walk, in line | |
| And suddenly they're all on the stage | |
| I see the | |
| Puppet Master high above on the walkway | |
| He pulls one string and up goes a leg.. | |
| Down goes a head | |
| He pulls one more and he lets them all go![solo: Andy] | |
| No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all... | |
| I take a look at the | |
| Little Drummer | |
| Boy, up on the stage.. | |
| Oh noI think he looked at me.. | |
| ME, is he alive? | |
| I get a little scared...as he starts to play his drum | |
| On the skin of his hand, | |
| I see a little cut... | |
| BLOOD[solos: Mike - Andy] | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestSo many things here are not what they seem | |
| But we love them all | |
| What a night to remember forevermore | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are so grotesque | |
| The show has come to an end | |
| The Master himself is on the | |
| STAGEWith his | |
| CHILDREN, the curtain must fal |
| zuo ci : Diamond | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestSo many people are waiting in line | |
| Darkness without a glow | |
| What a night to be watching a | |
| Christmas show | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are oh so grotesque | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestThe | |
| Puppet Theater is so dark inside | |
| Gas lamps light the stage | |
| We' re watching as the curtain begins to rise | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are so grotesque | |
| Sssssshhhh... here come the | |
| PuppetsThere is 1.. 2... | |
| I see 3 Puppets waiting in the wing | |
| Then they start to walk, in line | |
| And suddenly they' re all on the stage | |
| I see the | |
| Puppet Master high above on the walkway | |
| He pulls one string and up goes a leg.. | |
| Down goes a head | |
| He pulls one more and he lets them all go! solo: Andy | |
| No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all... | |
| I take a look at the | |
| Little Drummer | |
| Boy, up on the stage.. | |
| Oh noI think he looked at me.. | |
| ME, is he alive? | |
| I get a little scared... as he starts to play his drum | |
| On the skin of his hand, | |
| I see a little cut... | |
| BLOOD solos: Mike Andy | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestSo many things here are not what they seem | |
| But we love them all | |
| What a night to remember forevermore | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are so grotesque | |
| The show has come to an end | |
| The Master himself is on the | |
| STAGEWith his | |
| CHILDREN, the curtain must fal |
| zuò cí : Diamond | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestSo many people are waiting in line | |
| Darkness without a glow | |
| What a night to be watching a | |
| Christmas show | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are oh so grotesque | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestThe | |
| Puppet Theater is so dark inside | |
| Gas lamps light the stage | |
| We' re watching as the curtain begins to rise | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are so grotesque | |
| Sssssshhhh... here come the | |
| PuppetsThere is 1.. 2... | |
| I see 3 Puppets waiting in the wing | |
| Then they start to walk, in line | |
| And suddenly they' re all on the stage | |
| I see the | |
| Puppet Master high above on the walkway | |
| He pulls one string and up goes a leg.. | |
| Down goes a head | |
| He pulls one more and he lets them all go! solo: Andy | |
| No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all... | |
| I take a look at the | |
| Little Drummer | |
| Boy, up on the stage.. | |
| Oh noI think he looked at me.. | |
| ME, is he alive? | |
| I get a little scared... as he starts to play his drum | |
| On the skin of his hand, | |
| I see a little cut... | |
| BLOOD solos: Mike Andy | |
| Night time in | |
| BudapestSo many things here are not what they seem | |
| But we love them all | |
| What a night to remember forevermore | |
| What a magical mystery feeling | |
| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings | |
| Almost human in size | |
| Like children with plague in their flesh | |
| These Puppets are so grotesque | |
| The show has come to an end | |
| The Master himself is on the | |
| STAGEWith his | |
| CHILDREN, the curtain must fal |