paroles de chanson Fighting For - Douwe Bob

You take the easy way to keep us on your side
The pictures that you paint, you paint over our eyes
You write the melodies, I tried to make them mine
A puppet master's luxury, it's not your life on the line
Oh, no
I'm not your soldier
I'm out of the game now
Don't make me bust your door
Longing for freedom
I'm tired of your reasons
They're not worth fighting for
I've seen you reel them in to satisfy your needs
They got served the truth so thin, and you're the hand that feeds
Teach them every kind of trick that you've got up your sleeve
Hit them with a beating stick, once they show their teeth
Oh, I'm not your soldier
I'm out of the game now
Don't make me bust your door
Longing for freedom
I'm tired of your reasons
They're not worth fighting for
I'm not your soldier
I'm out of the game now
Don't make me bust your door
I'm longing for freedom
I'm tired of your reasons
They're not worth fighting for
Oh, no