In love with his cage
His shelter and his stage
Talking down but never
Living up

Middle class rebel
Anarchy is a fashion
Apathy is a front
He’s always afraid
You’ll see through
The smoke and mirrors

And give him away
Give him away

Wearing the uniform
Of anti-conformity
Raising a fist in time
To a calculated anthem of rebellion
‘Cause every note is on key
And the sheep will spew back their mantra
All of them afraid

You’ll give them away
Give them away.