Lletres: Die Toten Hosen. Call Of The Wild.

It's dry, it's dusty, the nights are long and cold
Your life is like a desert, you're scared of growing old
You can hear the clock ticking like a hammer on a stone
Remember this, you're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone

Come on, can you hear it?
The call of the wild
Stand up now and fight back
Wipe off their plastic smiles

You crawled out of the ocean, your pulse was slow and weak
Got up on your two legs, put on clothes and learned to speak
Ended up abandoned in a place that they call home
Remember this, you're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone

Come on, can you hear it?
The call of the wild
Stand up now and fight back
wipe off their plastic smiles

Why listen to the losers, who still treat you like a child?
Better find another station, tune in to the call of the wild
The call of the wild, call of the wild, call of the wild

They'll tell you that they love you, like the spider loves a fly
Promise you you're safe but never look at you in the eye
Manipulated, regulated, crippled and controlled
Remember this, you're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone

Come on, can you hear it?
The call of the wild
Stand up and fight back
And kill their plastic smiles

Why listen to the losers, who still treat you like a child?
Tune in to the call of the wild, call of the wild