Wish that I had been born long before
My brother�s got me up against the wall
Of my siblings I�m the lucky one
Left alive here where there is no sun
I was put here AT the age of four
Fifty odd years spent behind a door
One more day and I will be THE king
People will believe it, they�LL believe in anything
See the lions in THE cage, See the victims of the rage
Lions, lions in a cage, fifty years behind a wall
Lions, lions in a cage, see those lions in THE cage
Thirteen yards of dusty dungeon floor
Is the longest path I�ve walked before
They took me out into the glaring sun
And still they tell me I�m the lucky one
Single out the weak link in the chain
A generation damaged in the brain
I�ll lift my head up high and see the sun
And then when it�s my turn, I�ll make sure that I spare no
one
See the lions in THE cage, See the victims of the rage
Lions, lions in a cage, fifty years behind a wall
Lions, lions in a cage, see those lions in THE cage
Whose hands are these? They reach in and take my own life
with my hands… But I�ve killed my brothers, too. When I
had to.
I have no doubt. I have no soul. Whose hands are these?
Who took away the light? Who has the right? Who gives a
damn!
“Do what you will” shall be the whole of the law!