歌詞
Always driving on the highway
It's the same old stuff
Dangled crossroads in the wee wee hours
Confusion all around
Got a pressure on my life
There is always something to decide
This' a struggle short of money
Supposed to stay on I take it real slow
You have got nowhere to run
So tied and I give you a place to hide in the light
You have got nowhere to run
So tied and I give you a place to hide in the light
A Puppet A Puppet A Puppet on a string
A Puppet A Puppet A Puppet on a string
A Puppet A Puppet A Puppet on a string
I'm feeling like a Puppet on a string
Lovely voices on the radio
Whispers not to go
Smoke an' lightning beams an' shadows
Are run away ghosts
Got a pressure on my life
There is always something to decide
This' a struggle short of money
Supposed to stay on I take it real slow
You have got nowhere to run
So tied and I give you a place to hide in the light
You have got nowhere to run
So tied and I give you a place to hide in the light
A Puppet A Puppet A Puppet on a string
A Puppet A Puppet A Puppet on a string
A Puppet A Puppet A Puppet on a string
I'm feeling like a Puppet on a string
Written by: Enio Pietra, Roberto Testini
