Tim Minchin

Tim Minchin - I'm In A Cage

rate me

Yeah, I'm in a cage

Yeah, can you see me?

I'm here, in this... cage.

I'm in a cage

I'm in a cage

I'm in a cage, motherfucker, cage, motherfucker

Csn you see me?

I'm in a cage

I'm in a cage

I've just come to the stage

Where I can't be persuaded to set foot on stage

Until some punk has paid for a cage

Because a cage is all the rage in this day and age

For the proper famous

It's outrageous

I'ts taken me ages

To come to the stage where I'm arriving on stages in cages

There's probably subtext, are you picking it up?

It's a metaphor for... who gives a fuck?

I'm in a cage (You're in a fucking cage dude)

I'm in a cage

I could've swung in on a swing

Done 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

That is a well-established fact

But 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 suck my balls

I've sold my tickets, my job is done, fuck 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

Fuck the punters, bring it on

I am a rockstar, motherfucker

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 wanked myself to death

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 fucking 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 (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...)

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