Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our finger through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove?
Although we know we're in for some pain, oh why
do we refuse to hang a light?
When the streets are dangerous,
why does it take an accident
before the truth gets through to us?
Cages or wings, which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby, don't say the answer.
Actions speak louder than words.
Why should we try to be our best
when we can just get by and still gain?
Why do we nod our heads?
Although we know the boss is wrong as rain,
why should we blaze a trail when the well -worn path seems
safe and so inviting?
How, as we travel, can we see the dismay
and keep from fighting?
Cages or wings, which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby, don't say the answer.
Actions speak louder than words.
What does it take to wake up a generation?
How can you make someone take off and fly?
If we don't wake up and shake up the nation,
we'll eat the dust of the world, wondering why.
Why do we stay with lovers who we know down
deep just to rewrite?
Why would we rather put ourselves through hell
than sleep alone at night?
Why do we follow leaders who never lead?
Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?
If we're so free, tell me why.
Someone tell me why so many people bleed.
Cages or wings, which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby, don't say the answer.
Actions speak louder than, louder than, louder than,
louder than, louder than.
Cages or wings, which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby, don't say the answer.
Actions speak louder, louder than, louder than.
They speak louder, louder than, louder than.
Actions speak louder than.
Thank you.
