Yeah...
I'm in a cage
Yeah, can you see me? Up here, in this cage...
I'm in a cage
I'm in a cage
I'm in a cage
Motherf**er
Cage, motherf**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 it's 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 f**
I'm in a cage
You're in a f**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
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 s** my balls
I've sold my tickets, my job is done, f** 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
f** the punters, bring it on
I am a rockstar motherf**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 wa*ked myself to d**h 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 f**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)