Gilded Cage
By Indi Riverflow | November 29, 2011
Penned in tight, a child of rage
Issued me a list of rules and sins
But I didn’t know what a mess I was in
I was raised on a diet of lies
On land seized as battle prize
I was trained in the ways of the hive
How to sniff out honey and stay alive
Turn over your daughters and your sons
To be hired hands and hired guns
Swell their offices and prison yards
With idle inmates and idle guards
{Chorus 1}
Oh, my, how they’ve grown
With a flip of a whip and a toss of the bone
Breeding and weeding tiny clones
Eyes on the tube and ears glued to the phone
I was met by the military shill
Tricked me into signing over my will
Offered to school me and cover my bill
Courtesy of the blood I was supposed to spill
Born in a mess of debt
Owing on a soul I hadn’t sold yet
I was bound to break the ranks
Asking do we need these tanks
Rolling on behalf of banks?
When we asked
How does war make us free?
They said it is you
Who are the enemy
{Chorus 2}
Oh, my, how they’ve grown
With a flip of a whip and a toss of the bone
Seeding and misleading uniformed drones
Until the planet’s in a combat zone
I was filled with dreams of a home
Brand-new car glistening with chrome
Salesman said just sign right here
Worry about the price some other year
I reported to my cubicle right on time
Pushing my paper into the slime
Consoling myself with my 401k
Until I read in the news it had all gone away
What can I say, we’re getting screwed
Times it seems there’s nothing left to do
But occupy the cage and try
To rattle it to pieces till the day I die
{Chorus 3}
Oh, my, how they’ve grown
With a flip of a whip and a toss of the bone
Feeding the needing of the impulse prone
Burdening the Earth with payments postponed
Till the bubble pops and we’re left all on our own
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