when i was a boy i used to play with my toys
pretended to soar in the sky
when i was a boy i played with my toys
you shoulda heard the terror of my war cry
i was the king of my castle, the king of my land
the king all eternity
i was the man of the hour the man of day
the man o’ the century
Then a man came along and he told me,
he told me that nothing was free
Told me to work, told me to pay
playtime was over, follow away
The day dragged on, the feeling of fun
the bird don’t belong, lost his birdsong
In a cage of his sorrow sat king kong
reward in the eyes of stardom
I sat there in sorrow
a bird I once followed
Where did my life go wrong?
The clouds rolling by
staring at life outside
Longing for the freedom to fly
a sudden urge, a burning surge
something awoke in me
the question loomed there
this isn’t fair, how can I be free
a life stolen by man, the one in charge
i had to regain my own world
i grabbed the tie
the one that bound tight
the moment drew near
in bounding fear
in a surge of desire
and set the whole damn thing
on fire
once again i was free
make and mold my own destiny
the man of the hour, the man of day
the man of the century