Despite all his rage, he’s still just a rat in a cage.
Beat me to it.
You were quick with that line. :-)
20 minutes with D’Arcy would calm his ass down.
[Verse 1]
I’m not a rat to be spat on, locked up in this room
Those bars that look towards the sun
At night look towards the moon
Everyday the swallows play in the clouds of love
Make me wish that I had wings, take me high above
[Chorus]
And I looked high, saw the empty sky
If I could only, I could only fly
I’d drift with them in endless space
But no man flies from this place
—Empty Sky, John/Taupin, 1969
Orange pumpkin bad?