| I’m the man behind the curtain | 
| The one who pulls the strings | 
| Got my finger on the button | 
| But my mind’s on other things | 
| I’m the most impressive person | 
| No one’s ever really seen, oh | 
| In the shadow of the spotlight | 
| Always waiting in the wings | 
| I’m ready for my close up | 
| When the fat lady sings | 
| I don’t know if you can hear me | 
| But you’d better hear me out | 
| I manipulate the matrix | 
| I know how it all turns out | 
| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| Pay no attention to | 
| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| And I know how it all turns out | 
| My little white lies | 
| Are all getting colored in | 
| My impromptu alibis | 
| Well, they’re wearing mighty thin | 
| Though you don’t walk away with anything | 
| You didn’t carry in | 
| I deliver dispensation | 
| For most any random sin | 
| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| Pay no attention to | 
| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| And I know how it all turns out | 
| And when the curtain gets pulled away | 
| Guess there’s always a piper to pay | 
| You caught me out | 
| In my base deception | 
| I was only trying to make | 
| The wrong impression | 
| On the punters, punks and drunkards | 
| That fortune floats my way | 
| And the curtain gets pulled away | 
| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| Pay no attention to | 
| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| I know how it all turns out | 
| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| Pay no attention to | 
| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh | 
| I know how it all turns out | 
| The man, the man, the man, the man, the man | 
| I know how it all turns out | 
| And when the curtain finally comes down | 
| The puppets all slump to the ground | 
| The doves lie silent in their covered cages | 
| And though the mezzanines are still echoing | 
| With the rock of ages | 
| The circus has moved on to another town | 
| And the curtain finally comes down… |