paroles de chanson Puppets - Man Without Country

You've got a lot to loose
It's delicate and there's proof
But it's not worthy of news

Your target is the young
You pierce your hook through the tongue
Reeling them in one by one

You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home
The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known

You've got a lot to say
But your words are a plague
Spreading hate and washing brains

Your proverbs are a joke
They're only there to provoke
You won't force them down my throat

You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home
The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known

You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home
The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known

You've got a lot to loose
It's delicate and there's proof
But it's not worthy of news