Wish that I had been born long before My brother's got me up against the wall Of my siblings I'm the lucky one Left alive here where there is no sun I was put here at the age of four Fifty odd years spent behind a door One more day and I will be the king People will believe it, they'll believe in anything See the lions in the cage, See the victims of the rage Lions, lions in a cage, fifty years behind a wall Lions, lions in a cage, see those lions in the cage Thirteen yards of dusty dungeon floor Is the longest path I've walked before They took me out into the glaring sun And still they tell me I'm the lucky one Single out the weak link in the chain A generation damaged in the brain I'll lift my head up high and see the sun And then when it's my turn, I'll make sure that I spare no one See the lions in the cage, See the victims of the rage Lions, lions in a cage, fifty years behind a wall Lions, lions in a cage, see those lions in the cage Whose hands are these? They reach in and take my own life With my hands... But I've killed my brothers, too. When I had to. I have no doubt. I have no soul. Whose hands are these? Who took away the light? Who has the right? Who gives a damn! "Do what you will" shall be the whole of the law!