Fighting For - Douwe Bob

You take the easy way to keep us on your side

The pictures that you paint, you paint over our eyes

You write the melodies, I tried to make them mine

A puppet master’s luxury, it’s not your life on the line

Oh, no

I’m not your soldier

I’m out of the game now

Don’t make me bust your door

Longing for freedom

I’m tired of your reasons

They’re not worth fighting for

I’ve seen you reel them in to satisfy your needs

They got served the truth so thin, and you’re the hand that feeds

Teach them every kind of trick that you’ve got up your sleeve

Hit them with a beating stick, once they show their teeth

Oh, I’m not your soldier

I’m out of the game now

Don’t make me bust your door

Longing for freedom

I’m tired of your reasons

They’re not worth fighting for

No, they’re not

No, they’re not

No, they’re not, they’re not, they’re not

I’m not your soldier

I’m out of the game now

Don’t make me bust your door

I’m longing for freedom

I’m tired of your reasons

They’re not worth fighting for

Oh, no