"People are puppets held together with string
There's a beautiful sadness that runs threw him
As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in.
Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end but-
He was a man, mourning tomorrow
He drank, but finally, drowned in his sorrow."
Sorry I like this song.
"A sadness runs threw him"