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*The Cage*
Through the blistering cold
To a little red gate
Down the cement stairs
This is Friday night’s fate
The door is so thick
It repels bombs
So we can play music
Without any qualms
Upon first entering
It’s all a game
Where your balls will get wet
If you have good aim
One more step
Is the bathroom door
Where most people go
In groups of four
A fantasy world
Under Philly Street
Where even rubber chickens
Can keep a beat
With the pluck of a string
The beat of a drum
The first beer cap flies
And the night has begun…
Through the blistering cold
To a little red gate
Down the cement stairs
This is Friday night’s fate
The door is so thick
It repels bombs
So we can play music
Without any qualms
Upon first entering
It’s all a game
Where your balls will get wet
If you have good aim
One more step
Is the bathroom door
Where most people go
In groups of four
A fantasy world
Under Philly Street
Where even rubber chickens
Can keep a beat
With the pluck of a string
The beat of a drum
The first beer cap flies
And the night has begun…
Written by: Krista, Jason and Lissa - Dec. 2006
