Ages of Cages: Ages of Cages

Ages of Cages

Hanging on the stairs with your graphite affairs

Hey, can I watch you?

Your portraits of the moon, purposely out of tune

Make me want you

Oh, it's so nice to see a freak still trying to be unique, in a world of swastika starfish

Cause I've been feeling kinda sick of all these duck-and-cover flicks, always served up on a paper dish

Oh

Juniors aim to please with there modern art trees

That don't hold you

Placing you center stage in an inflatable cage

Trying to mold you

And when your time is spent, you'd be their lawn ornament, just like all of those peacock loiterers

And if you thought to see and hear then they would make you disappear, feeding your bones to all the reporters

Oh

I have no faith in their seal

Time has a way of oxidizing steel

Geronimo got a raw deal

And you want to know how I feel?

You want to know how I feel? Well, I'm more than mad!

The money ran dry waiting for someone to die

Had to expel you

Muffling her shrills, selling all her pain pills

She'll never tell you

How your mother tried so hard with such lousy cards, in a world of plastic idols

And they always promised her a break, but all they every do is take - dressing her up in navy blue bridles

Oh

Spinning kevlar gowns, listening to the sounds

That's not the ocean

These little machines with there selected genes

Follow each motion

Maybe it's just a dream, but I'm detecting the theme, in this world of media pipers

I think we're stuck in glass a cage playing their game to the page, shitting our thoughts into prescription diapers

Oh

Well I've been thinking about the road

And all the dirty weeds they sowed

They never paid back what the owed

And now they want to pass on the load

They want to pass on the load, and they think I'm glad

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Hanging on the stairs with your graphite affairs

hey, can I watch you?

Your portraits of the moon, purposely out of tune

Make me want you

I was feeling kinda blue until I met you

Now I'm feeling better

I want to tell you thanks for pulling me from the ranks

Can we get together?

And lose ourselves among the ghosts of Tin Pan Alley

You talk of politics like they were turning tricks

That works for me now

They need to prune these bills - too many feathers and gills

Don't you agree now?

Oh, it's so nice to see a pearl still shining in this world, among all of these naked emperors

Cause I've been feeling kinda low, walking in their yellow snow, from all their snake oil misadventures

Oh

I have no faith in their seal

Time has a way of galvanizing steel

Geronimo got a raw deal

And now you want to know how I feel?

You want to know how I feel? Well, I'm more than mad!

You want to know how I feel?

You want to know how I feel? Well, I'm more than mad!

You want to know how I feel?

You want to know how I feel?

You want to know how I feel?

You want to know how I feel? Well, I'm more than mad!