Roger Miller - Wounded World lyrics

I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints Once you were on my side But I will make you wish that I had died I had died Wounded Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah The machines we have built for the end Another year, another friend or foe Burn their cities, scorch the earth below The times have changed and so too have our needs This time it's you on which the fire feeds Fire feeds Wounded If you laugh at my jokes you will pay for it, oh yeah When your friends are enemies, you'll be sold Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah The machines we have built for the end Wounded World Wounded