Puppets

look at you, what a pathetic life
dressed like a snob, suit and necktie
all lined up, black shoes shining like a mirror
combed hair, imported perfume, fine accent
a masterpiece of lies

Appearances that whitewash the irony in the look
you’re not better that anyone
get your head down and suck up your prepotency
your lack of character makes me sick
it’s just one more like all the others

my clothes don’t please anyone
i have a life for my own, i’m not a puppet
don’t tell me what to say
don’t tell me what to wear
don’t tell me how to be

my life is diferent
jeans, long hair
i play rock and roll
i’m not like you, son of a bitch
i’m unique and i want you to fuck off

keep living in your cage
while i fly free
searching for my dreams
in my way i move forward and see from the top
the indignity of the hypocrisy