Lyrics:

Ready to take off
do it slow
I’m living on the bottom
I got to go
five little fingers
grabbing at the glass
gone, those days
now I’m running
up and down in my cage

Too late to defend, I’m buried - insane
don’t you know there’s more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype?
it’s no time, there’s no time
there’s nothing I could answer

No Speech
as long as I get nothing
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
but I got to get home
so let me free, this is not my home

Put away your flashing stick
don’t try to get closer-through my head
give me , give me more of your own
a little more, don’t wanna be , don’t wanna be
anybody’s clown

Too late to defend, I’m buried - insane
don’t you know there’s more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype ?
there's no time, there’s no time
there’s nothing I could answer

No Speech
as long as I get nothing
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
but I got to get home
so let me free, this is not my home

I got to get home
I've got to get home
oh boy
I've got to get home
I've got to get home

I've got got to get to get
You got got to get to get
I've got got to get to get
You got got to get to get

No Speech
as long as I get nothing
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
but I got to get home
so let me free, this is not my home

No Speech
as long as I get nothing
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
but I got to get home
so let me free, this is not my home
I've got got to get