Real Boy

My father was a lonely man, carved wood with his right hand

Went into the woods to find me, he was lonely no more

But trouble was a middle name, out to have fun and be the real thing

Sick and tired of all these lies, sick and tired of this puppet life

Wanna be a real boy

There's no strings on me, I cut 'em out the other day

I severed their life away

Real boy, a real boy, a real boy

Met a cat and a fox the same day, told JC to go away

I slipped away to the beat of that drum, it went on and on in sin