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Yeah, I?m in a cage(Yeah, can you see me? I?m in this cage)I?m in a cageI?m in a cageI?m in a cage (motherfucker, cage motherfucker)I?m in a cageI?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 famousIt?s outrageous that its 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 fuckI?m in a cage (You're in a fucking cage dude)I?m in a cageI 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 barsNothing ruins comedy like arenas/outdoor arenasThat is a well-established factYour enjoyment is not as important as my self-esteem is My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the backBut I?m quite famous now, so suck my balls I?ve sold my tickets, my job is done, fuck you allWho cares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me And my tiny little penis, and flogging DVDsLetras de cancionesSo bring it on, bring it onFuck the punters, bring it onI am a rockstar motherfuckerAnd I won?t be one for longSo bring it on, bring it onYou gotta make hay in the shining sunYou gotta rock all the way up Cause the only place to go from here is downBut I?m trapped for nowAnd the fact for nowIs there?s no escaping thisI?m wearing baseball caps to hide my faceSo the paps don?t snap my kidsAll I ever wanted was to sing my little songsBut now I?m pregnant in Hello magazineAnd I?m overweight in CosmopolitanSo bring it onBefore too long my wife and kids will be gone gone goneAnd I?ll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the four seasonsSo bring it on, bring it onPhone the hookers, stoke the bongsI am a rockstar, I?ve got my own orchestra, I can do what I fucking wantI thought fame would make me happyBut she?s a fickle cheap romanceNo one even listens to my lyricsThey just wanna see me danceI?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) From Letras Mania