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
