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Correct I'm In A Cage Lyrics
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Correct I'm In A Cage
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[Violin solo] Yeah, I'm in a cage Yeah, can you see me? I'm here, in this... Cage. I'm in a cage I'm in a cage I'm in a cage, motherfucker, cage, motherfucker Csn you see me? I'm in a cage I'm in a cage I've just come to the stage Where I can't be persuaded to set foot on stage Until some punk has paid for a cage Because a cage is all the rage in this day and age For the proper famous It's outrageous I'ts taken me ages To come to the stage where I'm arriving on stages in cages There's probably subtext, are you picking it up? It's a metaphor for... Who gives a fuck? I'm in a cage (You're in a fucking cage dude) I'm in a cage I could've swung in on a swing Done the Britney and Pink thing And then I could have linked it to the ups and downs of existence I could've flown in in a 'copter Rode in on a chopper Drop down on a wire Emerge from a fire There's only one place for the genuine stars And that's hanging out in bars Nothing ruins comedy like arenas That is a well-established fact But your enjoyment is not as important as my self-esteem is My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back But I'm quite famous now, so suck my balls I've sold my tickets, my job is done, fuck you all Who cares about quality? This is not about you, this is all about me And my tiny little penis, and flogging dvds So bring it on, bring it on Fuck the punters, bring it on I am a rockstar, motherfucker And I won't be one for long So bring it on, bring it on You gotta make hay in the shining sun You gotta rock all the way up 'Cause the only place to go from here is down But I'm trapped for now And the fact for now Is there's no escaping this I'm wearing baseball caps to hide my face So the paps don't snap my kids All I ever wanted was to sing my little songs But now I'm pregnant in Hello Magazine And I'm overweight in Cosmopolitan So bring it on Before too long my wife and kids will be gone, gone, gone And I'll have wanked myself to death In the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons So bring it on, bring it on Phone the hookers, stoke the bongs I am a rockstar, I've got my own orchestra I can do what I fucking want I thought fame would make me happy But she's a fickle, cheap romance No one even listens to my lyrics They just wanna see me dance I'm in a cage (all the real stars are hanging out in bars) I'm in a cage (hanging out in bars) I'm in a cage (all the real stars are hanging out in bars) I'm in a cage (hanging out in bars, bars, bars...)
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