puppet, I was the puppet All along (You knew about this) With your head in your hands All along (You knew about this) I was the puppet, I was the puppet
Prevod: Echo And The Bunnymen. Lutkovno.
Es war schon lang nach Mitternacht und ich war noch viel zu wach darum dacht' ich mir: Jetzt gehst du noch ein paar Schritte durch die Stadt. Die Stra
TV news distorters Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen All that I can tell you, I'm insane, insane again Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax Puppets
Six straight rolls in a blind man's game Half a dozen snake eyes all the time Roll those hollow dice Holler to an echo Another time To the other side
echoes a word set in stone did anyone cry when sympathy died alone? second coming yet its all the same the lies are ruling masters of the game forever fallen puppet
psycho dance and cook because the wattage Electric yoke N.Y. there's guna be movie sluts in gospels Finish the bodega rode in moment composure to echo
Bring on the puppet to bear the load Carry the load If hope is your savior when destiny calls Who will be braver you or the puppet Saver of souls drowning
my kin look at him now, torn apart by enemy within the war is over, hatred grew stronger remember me now, as I am no longer [Chorus] The last echoes
they go pop like shabba-doo [chino] I catch em perpetratin streets over beats when they through [keith] gangstas flop, they go pop like shabba-doo *echoes
We are waiting to be found In silence we are bound By the wailing wall of sound Want to break the shell and cut the puppet strings With our primal scream that echoes
turning every day Extinguish hopes the moment they first walk through the gates Sounds of penetration screaming through the factory Echoes of the slave
beautifully old you are... Labyrinthine earth-world, old already as the tower rose, when the dust and stone rested heavy upon you... No sound echoed
A sea breeze echoes softly it's song echoes through your mind, leaves you thinking of tomorrow and the life you left behind. Come turn your head to face
puppet Caught in a genocidal death trap of the government The don't rehabilitate, they just be lovin' it When niggaz is in the pen, 'cause that's big money makin' to them The Rise [*echoes
camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the wattage Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip Condition the bodega rodent moment composure To echo
Wind oh carry me away Guide my angels -unlink their chains Words find echoes in my past My delusion now unmasked I dare to touch this bodies surface Temptation
