Walking down the street
Keeps thinking to himself
A housekeeping elf
On an unfamiliar turf
He is not himself right now
A lion in a cage
Incapacitated rage
See the teeth
Hear the roar
It is all he shows for now
Like the first time on the stage
Ashamed for his old age
Tears down the yellow pages
He does not need them any more
To be mad but not be angry
To be sad but still be hungry
No more
Fill the rage
On the stage
In a cage