Pulling the Strings Songtext
von Satanic Surfers
Pulling the Strings Songtext
Yet another big company gets away dodging taxes
And our elected government puts on the blindfold
′Cause they know that if they're audited
The firms will relocate abroad for lower costs and cheaper labor
So, I guess that says a lot about
Who really pulls the strings, and who the puppets are
Who the puppets are
In probably all industrial nations
They′re sitting behind the curtains, invisibly in the background
Where most of us don't recognize them
And therefore can't resist their influence
Now they force us to believe
(Force us to believe)
That these products are essential
Something, we really need it
They sell us what we′re told we need and with smiles on our faces
We rush out to buy, thinking this is life, this is freedom of choice
So, I guess that says a lot about
Who really pulls the strings, and who the puppets are
Who the puppets are
In probably all industrial nations
They′re sitting behind the curtains, invisibly in the background
Where most of us don't recognize them
And therefore can′t resist their influence
No, they don't erect monuments
In the names of factory workers
To the memory of those who die a little every morning
Getting up at four o′clock
And our elected government puts on the blindfold
′Cause they know that if they're audited
The firms will relocate abroad for lower costs and cheaper labor
So, I guess that says a lot about
Who really pulls the strings, and who the puppets are
Who the puppets are
In probably all industrial nations
They′re sitting behind the curtains, invisibly in the background
Where most of us don't recognize them
And therefore can't resist their influence
Now they force us to believe
(Force us to believe)
That these products are essential
Something, we really need it
They sell us what we′re told we need and with smiles on our faces
We rush out to buy, thinking this is life, this is freedom of choice
So, I guess that says a lot about
Who really pulls the strings, and who the puppets are
Who the puppets are
In probably all industrial nations
They′re sitting behind the curtains, invisibly in the background
Where most of us don't recognize them
And therefore can′t resist their influence
No, they don't erect monuments
In the names of factory workers
To the memory of those who die a little every morning
Getting up at four o′clock
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