Pain Of Salvation - Cribcaged lyrics

The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for The ones belonging to our children That do what we do, scar from our wounds The only cribs that make a difference Where the magic really happens Don't come with a Mercedes Benz Or a wide screen showing nothing Showing nothing I'm sick of home control devices Sick of sickening home designers Sick of d** and gold and strip poles Sick of homies, sick of poses Despite the nodding staff that serves you Despite your name on clothes and perfume Despite the way the press observes you You're just people You're just people You're just people Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people So f** the million dollar kitchen f** the Al Pacino posters f** the d**, the gold, the strip poles f** the homies, f** the poses f** the walls they build around them f** the bedroom magic nonsense I don't want to hear their voices As long as they vote with their wallets f** the silly "throw you out" joke f** the framed cigar DeNiro smoked f** their lack of originality and personality f** this travesty f** this new norm f** conformity f** their Kristal f** their sordity f** the way they f** equality f** their freebie gear f** the ones they wear You're just people You're just people Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people Messed up people Shallow people Stupid people Plastic people Meta people Theta people Therapyople Entropiople f** the ones they wear I'm cribcaged Cribcaged The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for The ones belonging to our children That do what we do, scar from our wounds