Twenty-three Full name on the marquee Is it what you've come to expect? Can you see It's all fucking make-believe Life is full of detours, my friend You get lost on the way Morty tries to escape To a parallel universe You just might make it out alive Take a giant leap of faith Haters gonna hate Well who cares you're out of your mind Like a puppet without its strings Be the stranger thing Reignite the stars, Mister Fahrenheit The people are desperately waiting for The second coming You just might make it out alive Take a giant leap of faith Haters gonna hate This could be your last show tonight... Wo oh Like a puppet without its strings Be the stranger thing And the stars never burn so bright