Good Rats - Dear Sir lyrics

When your life is a valise And you're packing only dirty shirts And you compromise you mother's eyes to tranquilize your trigger finger itch Well I swear I'd rather clean the cages at the zoo, than to change my songs for you When you struggle for the lights And the phone becomes your bedtime mate And you find yourself with a bloody tongue talking to the people that you hate Well I swear I'd rather clean the cages at the zoo, than to change my songs for you than to change my songs for you than to change my songs for you I am nothing but some red ink or some black I'm demotion or a second Cadillac When you sell out all your rights For a chance to be immortalized And you duck your friends from Julliard Oh my God how much more can you take Well I swear I'd rather clean the cages at the zoo, than to change my songs for you