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!