I was a puppet of the demons in my head
I was a space invader on another planet
I was a stranger from another country
I was a bad fantasy

I'm a famous name on television
Ask the mafia
How I discovered the truth in a bitter way

Why do you always fail me when I should escape?
Of this hell
I've been very wild in the street of the eighties
Bad streets

Long hair
Leather jacket
Razor in hand and broken bones

So who would you call to see me?
Nine one one?
The elevator takes me to my fantasy residence from the suite of a dead millionaire

Two murders a day, four nights a week
Easy money
I am the death of a party
This is my fantasy

Who will you call just to see me?
Nine one one?

Hello
The elevator is coming
Your needs are not my problem
The light is slow to return to me that night
All right

I was a puppet of demons in my head
I was a space invader on another planet
I was a stranger from another country
I was a fantasy
I have been sick among so many healthy people
I have been a Spyro