They're amazed when you get out of bedDon't you know they want you dead or aliveGotta play, gotta singOne can't tell you anythingDrink a beer, another fiveEase the pain of waking up alive againCouldn't seem to understandWrote a song for an angry young manFull of fire, full of rageA rebel child in a gilded cageRead about you in a magazineLived so wildly, had to be seen to believeCan't you help them live that songPush you there, but they don't want to go alongFull of fire, full of rageA rebel child in a gilded cageFull of fire, full of rageA rebel child in a gilded cageBet you heard that old clicheWatch the pride roll, played away and dieGet their kicks, watch you go downVicariously six feet undergroundFull of fire, full of rageA rebel child in a gilded cageFull of fire, full of rageA rebel child in a gilded cage