I wrote the first verse to this ages ago, after hearing a man whose wife does all the cooking and cleaning without any particular acknowledgement from him brag to me that he was going to surprise her by making dinner, and she was going to be so proud and grateful. Really. Is she. But all the various online and convention misogyny of the last year finally brought the rest of the song to a boil.
You build a cage and wait with pride Bm D
For praise from all the birds inside D A
And some fly tame in to your hand Bm D
And so you think that you understand D A
What wildness is. Em G
You're a man with a cage. G Bm
The wire is pretty; and wire's not cheap
And birds aren't easy things to keep
Would they rather scavenge in the yard?
And would it really be so hard
to say thank you?
To the man with the cage.
If birds refuse to sing your name
Stop shouting that you're not to blame
Inspect instead your silhouette
And guess why we're a bit upset
as birds -