The Orchestra plays my song
My breathing steadies to slow
Here again
To perform
I make ready to go
The crowd they all roar
As I step onto the stage
Nerves flutter away
Now I am back
In my cage
I parade and I strut
Flash that awful grin
They clap
And they cheer
For the prison I am in
The show comes to a close
I bow low and deep
Led backstage to my room
I drink whiskey
And weep
