Sober in the morning light
Things look so much different
To how they looked last night
A pale face pressed to an unmade bed
Like flags of many nations flying high above her head

The cellophane still on the flowers
The telegram still in her hand
As whispers circulate all day
Their back-stage baby princess passed away

And you can cage the songbird
But you can’t make her sing
And you can trap the free bird
But you’ll have to clip her wings
`Cause she’ll soar like a hawk when she flies
But she’ll dive like an eagle when she dies

Promises of no more lies
Fell flat upon an empty stage
Before the audience arrived
A return in time to the cheaper seats
She never knew what lay beneath
Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets

Let down before the final curtain
A shallow heart that left her cold
She left in rouge upon the mirror
A circled kiss to the faithful who’d miss her

Home
What is home?
Pack your possesions and leave us alone
Forget your colour and creed
Your sexuality embarrassed us all
Take off your Asian tag and hit the road
The word is why I need a God
I need a God to impress
Get off my soul
So many nerds have we found them all
C-a-f-f-e-i-n-e
Caffeine
Caffeine
I don’t want to find a new home
Caffeine
Caffeine
C-a-f-f-e-i-n-e
Caffeine
Caffeine

They would prefer it if you lived off drugs
It’s not a curable disease
Your sexuality confounded their world
Take off you Asian tag and hit the road
The word is why I need a God
I need a God to impress
Get off my soul
So many nerds have we found them all

C-a-f-f-e-i-n-e
Caffeine
Caffeine
I don’t want to find a new home
Caffeine
Caffeine
C-a-f-f-e-i-n-e
Caffeine
Caffeine

What is home where is home what is
home
I don’t know why I need a God
I need a God to impress
Confused my soul
So many words do we need them all

C-a-f-f-e-i-n-e
Caffeine
Caffeine
I don’t want to find a new home
Caffeine
Caffeine
C-a-f-f-e-i-n-e
Caffeine
Caffeine
I think I want to find a new home
Caffeine
Caffeine
Caffeine
Caffeine
Caffeine

I had an urge to build a cage around the sun
I couldn’t find a way to say no
I took a check on all the meters in my room
I kicked the dog and said let’s go
The clouds were hanging low above the path
I had my arm around a sundown
I pinned my baby into yanking satan’s crank
Bum deals with a thin smile…..oh yeah

Pushin up and pushin down against the sky
Like there’s muscles ’round my torso
Fourth dimension of smiles, strokes and knifes
This little pig has gotta go go
To live and blow all of that piss into your heart
You got veins of iron, baby
Oh man this egg is way too hot
Lay on a rock and split open…..oh yeah

And all the lies that you tell me
All the lies I tell myself
There are ?? coming on now
Like it’s screwed itself in hell
You gotta go where this is headed
Kiss the sun to be alive
I’m a king ??
?? burn my eyes

So in the end I had a cage around the sun
Looked pretty horny if I do say
The dog is dead and the sacrifice is done
All in all a pretty good day
The ocean parts and the meteors come down
Laid out in amber baby
Fate c’mon and slap me in the head
Punch the switch arrivederci

WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Watching her at the mall she don’t know me at all – Hope no employee over hears – Think I’m in love with you Red, Yellow, White, & Blue – Seems I’ve been watching her for years, – It brings a smile to my face as she hops with style and grace – Way beyond 9 to 5, she’s keeping hope alive – Cafe 405 – I’d always keep her warm in that silly uniform – Tell her every day that she’s the best – Just wanna be with her, I’d never chat on her – Wit someone at Panda Express – And nothing else makes me tick like when she’s on that Pogo Stick – I wish I wasn’t afraid, she’s making lemonade – One day our love will arrive, so glad to be alive – I’m always flattered when my hot dog’s gettin’ battered – She’s gettin’ better at it every day – Shopping mall renegade, she’s makin’ lemonade

Well, there she sits buddy justa gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I?m gonna pack my pa and I?m gonna pack my aunt
I?m gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch

Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts
Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth
Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back
And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up your engines let ?em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

James Dean in that Mercury ?49
Junior Johnson runnin? thru the woods of Caroline
Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am
All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up them engines let ?em roar
Tearing up the highway just a big old dinosaur

Hey, little girlie in the blue jeans so tight
Drivin? alone through the Wisconsin night
You?re my last love baby you?re my last chance
Don?t let ?em take me to the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Pulled up to my house today
Came and took my little girl away

(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)

Well,he wanted someone firmer and he wanted someone younger
And he always had a thing for blondes
As it happened,his new secretary happened to be all that rolled into one
And the woman who had lived with him,an angel who had given him
The last twenty two years
Is now cryin’ big Cadillac tears

Cadillac tears,don’t hurt so bad
Cadillac tears,she ain’t so sad
Well,she might a lost her wedding ring
But she took him for everything
No,mama didn’t do too bad
Aw,she’s crying big Cadillac tears

Well,she’s runnin’ through his money so fast it isn’t funny
Aw,she’s emptied every shop in town
Oh,she bought’em Akin diamond rings and lots of other shiny things to wear when she goes steppin’ out
And she’s headed to her lawyers ’cause this morning when he called her
He said, “Checks are pillin’ up down here”
Aw,she’s cryin’ big Cadillac tears

Cadillac tears,don’t hurt so bad
Cadillac tears,she ain’t so sad
Well,she might a lost her wedding ring
But she took him for everything
No,mama didn’t do too bad
Aw,she’s crying big Cadillac tears

Hey man, she’s crusin’ down the street with custom wheels and leather seats
You know,she gets a new one every year
Aw,she’s crying big Cadillac tears

Mama is cryin’ big Cadillac tears
Big old Cadillac tears

He’s Cadillac Jack Favor and the name rings true
If he’s got a ride any stranger would too
The one bad habit that his Ponder would say
Is sure gonna put him through the trials one day
And that’s just what happened he took pity on two men
Heading down to Louisiana, he stopped and let them in
And the thanks he did for helping them
Would make him wish he was busting broncs again

He dropped them off in Bossieer City where they met up with a man
That vagabond commitee barely even had a plan
It was just a simple robbery turned double homicide
They got away with murder it’d be someone else’s hide

Almost two years come and gone they never solved that crime
‘Til they found one of our vagabonds already doing time
When that jailbird started singing they all knew the words were wrong
But the sheriff and the DA and the judge all sang along
They pinned it on Jack Favor, gave him life without parole
Gave Jack’s freedom to the jailbird, payment on the lies he told
Just so happens that election year everybody payed out at the polls

Cadillac’s no fallen hero and he’s never gonna break
When it comes to prison rodeo, there’ll be no easy eight
And if you want the definition of the picture-perfect frame
It’d be in the dictionary underneath Jack Favor’s name

Cadillac’s no fallen hero and he’s never gonna break
When it comes to prison rodeo, there’s still no easy eight
And if you want the definition of the picture-perfect frame
It’d be in the dictionary underneath Jack Favor’s name

Yeah, it’s the world’s most crooked picture and when it comes to being framed
Cadillac Jack Favor should be in the hall of fame

[Chorus: Cutty]
I’m chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley’s, Cadillac pimpin
I’m cruisin, hoes choosin
That’s cool cuz I’m Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That’s cool cuz I’m Cadillac pimpin

[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac’s we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I’m quakin, ridin on out – am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
’92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let’s ride til we can’t ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho’

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell ’em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a ‘Lac like a true playa ‘posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my ‘Lac
All day I don’t know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show ’em how a real nigga come down like that

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
I got a ‘Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top
Diamond cut interior, 15’s the knot
I’ma be a last nigga from the ATL
Y’all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip’ll never die, only time’ll tell
To be in, it’s Cadillac steerin wheel

[J-Bo]
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
Cuz this shit’ll never end through the eyes of my foes

[Chorus 2x]

When I was seventeen, found out just what it means
If you can get it free, it just ain’t worth a damn
When I heard the preacher say, don’t throw your life away
I got that message, and I wrote it on the wall

I don’t want anybody tellin’ me lies, no, I don’t want your diamond ring
‘Cause you ain’t got my size

I want money, money, that’s what I need,
I got Cadillac dreams, please mister don’tcha take it from me
Give me money, money, more than I need, I got Cadillac dreams waitin’ on me
Cadillac dreams, Cadillac dreams

When I had the young boy blues, I paid some young boy dues
I learned the hard way, there’s a heartbreak every day

Stone cold reality came crashing down on me
Well life was hard on me, but I still don’t give a damn

When I was seventeen I was an angry young man
But I won’t let just anybody tell me who I am

I just want money, money, that’s all I need
I got Cadillac dreams, hey mister don’tcha take it from me
Give me money, money, more than I need, these Cadillac dreams are waitin’ on me

Didn’t have the time of day, till this dream was born
You can’t take that away, you can’t take that away from me

(Solo)

When I was seventeen, there was this beauty queen
Checked in a one room suite, the back seat of my car

When you want all the best things money can buy
You gotta reach down inside of you, to reach up to the sky

Yeah, I want money, money, that’s all I need
I got Cadillac dreams, hey mister you can’t take that from me
I want money, money, more than I need, I got Cadillac dreams waitin’ on me

Money, money, that’s what I need
We’re drivin’ in my Chevy with my Cadillac dreams
Someday, one day, just you and me
We’ll ride inside these Cadillac dreams

Yeah I want to write this song about my Cadillac
Cuz ther’re so fuckn’ cool
The Nineteen sixties
I dont care if I get Eight miles to the gallon
Caddies are the sh*t
Next one’s a sixty one cuz I love fins
Me and all my friends can fit
And shotgun dont mean dick
Cuz every seats first class
Throw in for gas
We’ll take it to Vegas
We’re ridin’ like Elvis a cop in the truck
We got to fill again Down at Rip’s
I am proud to be American
When i see the chrome and fins
I think the the wreath and sheild should be on the flag
Caddys are bad ass
I Need to get some more how about a Sixty-four
Cuz I love fins