The caged bird's dead, it wouldn't shut up-
So we drowned it in a cracked teacup.
Grave of dreams, nightmare screams,
Is this happening to me?
After locked up in his cage it ain't as easy as it seems.
He was first blindfolded with "fearful thrill",
So that in the end he'd be easier to kill.
His wings were clipped, his feet were tied.
In the sand, his remains were quite easy to hide.
He once opened up his mouth to sing (ring a ling)
So we slit open his throat with a strand of string.
Decapitated, emancipated, unappreciated-
Think we all know his death was way outdated.
I'm glad he's dead- he's so lame, got no game,
Fun to maim, still the same endgame-
You just came.. Home.
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