Tim Minchin - I'm in a Cage lyrics

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)