They don?t want music, they don?t know how to use it All they want is [a boom, boom, boom, boom] Hey y?all, John Coltraine yeah he plays the sax Me,
mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don
trade I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE [Chorus X2] [Verse Two: Ludacris] Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage Would
Through my cell window Hear the loft boys sing Come on you R's Carried on the wind Every morning I'll be singing Like a caged bird who might say John
funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want, a boom boom boom boom Hey y'all, John Coltraine,
evening late, As the maid was going to bed, She heard a sound, a beautiful sound, That made her heart feel glad. She thought it was her brother John
waiting While back in Montreal we were just speculating. In cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven ain't nothing like Heaven. The Birdman was sleeping in cage
Entwistle, Luongo, Levi & Townsend (c) 1997 I've sat and waited for years Looking for signs to appear-to me But all I'd see Was clouded in mystery And
Hear the loft boy sing Come on, you R's Carried on the wind Every morning I'll be singing Like a caged bird you might say John, Paul, George and Ringo
Standing like John Wayne She is full framed She is center stage And my imagination is rattling in its cage I didn't really notice When everything else
mum And uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear I don'
fellow, tell or hell, hello One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes And than a-wait and wait and wait
So please pay attention when you comin' around Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage I would
Call out the dogs locked in their cages It's killing time, it's killing time And I won't be late Dig up the witches burnt up at stakes It's killing time
What?s seeming quiet, in private rages We?re a city of tigers pacing cages for Jennifer Our sense of play, I sense is dimming We?re an orphanage of children