Pulling Hard from Pulling Hard by Pubic Enemy

There’s a feeling like a yoke
Like a corset made of stone
And I’m pulling pulling hard
Not breaking up
With every rope there is a hand
I’m not gonna win this tug of war
They are pulling pulling hard
Not breaking up

When I hear a siren in need
I’m on the edge of a cliff but she’s calling me
How can I untie the puppet strings
How many ways do you know
How many ways to say “no”?

Every choice of what I want
Ends up changing to the core
Like a paper in the air
That don’t choose its fate
When did it happen? I don’t know
At some point it was so wrong
Now I’ve had enough
Why do I feel so strong?
Driving to the dawn

If I feel the strings pulling again
Time to say farewell, and cut them
If I feel the strings pulling again
How many ways do you know
How many ways to say…

Prisoner of a self-sentence
Slave of what is outside, but deaf ‘bout the inner self
Break the chains of pleasing all of them
Nobody will fight harder for you than yourself

• Punk
• punkrock
• Madrid