Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say What You Want (Puppets), artist - The Rigs. Album song Black, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 20.10.2015
Record label: Extreme
Song language: English
Say What You Want (Puppets) |
I never been a fortunate son |
Never been the down and out one |
Good to know you think that I’m done |
Say what you want, say what you want, son |
I’ve been called the good and the bad |
Ugly, only those that wish that they had |
Built from mud so sling what you have |
Say what you want, say what you want, son |
I’ll be the witch that you need for the hunt |
Grab a fork, light a torch, let 'em come |
I’ve got demons of my own that should run |
Say what you want, say what you want, son |
Strings, strings, strings are pulling you |
So, speak as puppets do |
But silence holds the truth, oh, oh |
Wooden words and plated shoes |
You dance but you don’t move |
Just live through hands that do, oh, oh |
Oh, oh |
Oh, oh |
Oh, oh |
Not gonna be the devil you need |
I’m not moved by the beg and the plead |
You claim the saint, but it’s sinners you need |
Say what you want, say what you want, son |
I never been the angel you pray |
I never been the devil you claim |
You can try but this soul don’t need save |
Say what you want, say what you want, son |
Strings, strings, strings are pulling you |
So, speak as puppets do |
But silence holds the truth, oh, oh |
Wooden words and plated shoes |
You dance but you don’t move |
Just live through hands that do, oh, oh |
Oh, oh |
Oh, oh |
Oh, oh |
Are we here when the crying is done |
Wonder where all the noises came from |
The eagle never pays mind to the dove |
Say what you want, say what you want, son |
Strings, strings, strings are pulling you |
So, speak as puppets do |
But silence holds the truth |
(Say what you want, say what you want, son) |
Wooden words and plated shoes |
You dance but you don’t move |
Just live through hands that do |
(Say what you want, say what you want, son) |
Strings, strings, strings are pulling you |
So, speak as puppets do |
But silence holds the truth |
(Say what you want, say what you want, son) |
Wooden words and plated shoes |
You dance but you don’t move |
Just live through hands that do, oh, oh |