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