I'm In A Cage

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 (mother ****er, cage mother ****er)

I' m in a cage

I' m in a cage and its gone to the stage

when I can' t be persuaded

to set foot on stage

unless some punk has paid for a cage

cause a cage is all the rage

in this day and age

for the proper famous

It' s outrageous that its taken me ages

to come to the stage

when I' m arriving on stages in cages

there' s probably subtext are you picking it up

it' s a metaphor for who gives a ****

I' m in a cage (You're in a ****ing cage dude)

I' m in a cage

I could' ve swung out on stage

like 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/outdoor 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, **** 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

**** the punters, bring it on

I am a rockstar mother ****er

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 wanged 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 ****ing 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 (only us stars are hanging out in bars)

I' m in a cage (hanging out in bars)

I' m in a cage (only us stars are hanging out in bars)

I' m in a cage (hanging out in bars)