is, a boom boom boom boom Boom boom boom, boom boom boom Oo, lala aw wee wee Nowadays music is all about a fee The soul is caged no bits not free Unless
stand and see As we pass by their bars to the next attraction The horses the birds in their cages Such a shame thay can't be free Like me and my children
out leftover room Body stretching, feel the retching In the cage Get me out of the cage In the glare of a light I see a strange kind of sight Of cages
signs to appear-to me But all I'd see Was clouded in mystery And now that I've turned the page I've broken out of my cage-of fear That kept me here A
Carried on the wind Every morning I'll be singing Like a caged bird you might say John, Paul, George and Ringo Help pass the hours away Free as a bird
gonna do Now that you're free Standing like John Wayne She is full framed She is center stage And my imagination is rattling in its cage I didn't really
you reap. Let's take a ride on Iron John's shoulders, He has more gold than anybody in this world. Let's take a ride, heigh-ho on Iron John, He has
they dropped Burned down a city block YOU GET IN THE WAY YOU GET WASTED IF YOU GET IN THE WAY You can cage my body but my spirit flies free Your bars
's better uses for your pain than criticizing others for doing their thing maybe then, maybe then you'll see you can't cage something that's free anyway
Body stretching, feel the wretching In the cage Get me out of this cage! In the glare of a light, I see a strange kind of sight; Of cages joined to form
hurts Classify everything, tyranny with no king Inaugural poetry, the caged bird sings: [Singer singing Star Spangled Banner] O'er the land of the free
it All they want is [a boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom boom] Oo, lala aw wee wee Nowadays music is all about the beat The soul is caged no bits now free
you R's Carried on the wind Every morning I'll be singing Like a caged bird who might say John, Paul, George and Ringo Help me pass the hours away Free
burn Liberate laitys Burn burn Spray paint the Sistine And turn, turn away Free altar boys from sodomite clerics We're getting up, we're getting out We'll take you along John
re gonna do Now that you're free Standing like John Wayne She is full framed She is center stage And my imagination is rattling in its cage I didn't
you reap Lets take a ride on Iron John's shoulders He has more gold than anybody in this world Lets tak a ride, hey-ho on Iron John He has more gold Than
lick it, my moms won't cook it The cops won't book it, my squad ain't with it I shot a point black where the cage is still live in I try to take it to
