[Chorus: birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and for the waves Bein locked up is worse than the I live by the words on the - I know! birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly and search for the waves held down is worse than the grave I by the words on the page - I say!
I jumped on the planet and I landed on both Tippy-toed the continent, on the dope beat Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand Rocked to a handclap until I got my band Thoughts came thick in a of confusion A wall of it's all so amusin I at the pain sometimes with a straight face Just another case, you control your fate Ace! Long walks down the lonely turned path paved in the cascade, grey clouds circle me Tuned to the channel so their will work on me All in the cut like surgery and to the third degree internally, avoid an away 40 and slip of tongue, tryin to the poison noise in the spot like I'm not that popular Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Been on the air since Greg had a Mac Now they all CrackerJack, a fact, smell me How can you me what I haven't already heard Forty-three, 43rd, listen and flew the coop when they tried to cage a rocking bird Lookin for the truth in the booth I serve Never clip the wings if seem a little out of touch Let 'em fly free please, try to box 'em up
I open a lot cause I smash it brute force Flew over the roof, headed on a crash course Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog out Stickin out the whack world while they freakin out 'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna wait Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga's runnin Hate had a lover good as I been to her put an end to her, cause she got followers Whole of spitters and swallowers, wow didn't have a home 'til I gave him one {?} and diamonds, God say no more Find a piece of like a needle in the haystack on the real on the playback, ready for the at-tack Seatack, cry me a If I fly back, still gotta give 'em hope Stand and delivery, first class rain or Pain of in a pantomime glass chilled Where was your genie when you needed her for Buildin my art from the that they overlooked Fuse lit from the last in the book in adrenaline, pumped through the resevoir Plucked out the air cause he didn't sit as the peacock who can't even leave the ground Let the glide on, don't buy the muck