Lyrics of Retro - Dj Angel
Retro
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Always to be the stupid,
I can not accept that,
Ever be the looser
In this spasmodic world
I can´t control my minds
If they try to press me
Into their pattern f.
In their shiny, perfect world
I´m not their
I´m not their
Puppet on a string
I´m not a asslicker,
No number they can take
They call me antisocial
I don´t fit into their social system.
They treat me like a creature
Like a lower form of life
But that can´t touch my soul
And i let them know.
I´m not their
I´m not their
Puppet on a string
Come on, try to take my strong brain,
Try to stop the freedom running thru my vains.
It´s hard to break my iron will
Try it, come on
Try to press me in your system,
Come on catch me if you can,
Your efforts will fail
I´m not your
(solo)
Puppet on a string
Always to be the stupid,
I can not accept that,
Ever be the looser
In this spasmodic world
I can´t control my minds
If they try to press me
Into their pattern f.
In their shiny, perfect world
I´m not their
I´m not their
Puppet on a string

Retro
por Dj Angel
Always to be the stupid,
I can not accept that,
Ever be the looser
In this spasmodic world
I can´t control my minds
If they try to press me
Into their pattern f.
In their shiny, perfect world
I´m not their
I´m not their
Puppet on a string
I´m not a asslicker,
No number they can take
They call me antisocial
I don´t fit into their social system.
They treat me like a creature
Like a lower form of life
But that can´t touch my soul
And i let them know.
I´m not their
I´m not their
Puppet on a string
Come on, try to take my strong brain,
Try to stop the freedom running thru my vains.
It´s hard to break my iron will
Try it, come on
Try to press me in your system,
Come on catch me if you can,
Your efforts will fail
I´m not your
(solo)
Puppet on a string
Always to be the stupid,
I can not accept that,
Ever be the looser
In this spasmodic world
I can´t control my minds
If they try to press me
Into their pattern f.
In their shiny, perfect world
I´m not their
I´m not their
Puppet on a string
