Tim Minchin - I'm In A Cage Lyrics
[Violin solo]Yeah, I'm in a cageYeah, can you see me?I'm here, in this... cage.I'm in a cageI'm in a cageI'm in a cage, mother*****er, cage, mother*****erCsn you see me?I'm in a cageI'm in a cageI've just come to the stage Where I can't be persuaded to set foot on stageUntil some punk has paid for a cageBecause a cage is all the rage in this day and ageFor the proper famousIt's outrageousI'ts taken me agesTo come to the stage where I'm arriving on stages in cagesThere'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 cageI could've swung in on a swingDone the Britney and Pink thingAnd then I could have linked it to the ups and downs of existenceI could've flown in in a 'copterRode in on a chopperDrop down on a wireEmerge from a fireThere's only one place for the genuine starsAnd that's hanging out in barsNothing ruins comedy like arenasThat is a well-established factBut your enjoyment is not as important as my self-esteem is My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the backBut I'm quite famous now, so suck my balls I've sold my tickets, my job is done, ***** you allWho cares about quality? This is not about you, this is all about me And my tiny little penis, and flogging DVDsSo bring it on, bring it on***** the punters, bring it onI am a rockstar, mother*****erAnd I won't be one for longSo bring it on, bring it onYou gotta make hay in the shining sunYou gotta rock all the way up 'Cause the only place to go from here is downBut I'm trapped for nowAnd the fact for nowIs there's no escaping thisI'm wearing baseball caps to hide my faceSo the paps don't snap my kidsAll I ever wanted was to sing my little songsBut now I'm pregnant in Hello MagazineAnd I'm overweight in CosmopolitanSo bring it onBefore too long my wife and kids will be gone, gone, goneAnd I'll have wanked myself to deathIn the penthouse suite of the Four SeasonsSo bring it on, bring it onPhone the hookers, stoke the bongsI am a rockstar, I've got my own orchestraI can do what I *****ing wantI thought fame would make me happyBut she's a fickle, cheap romanceNo one even listens to my lyricsThey just wanna see me danceI'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...)
