Sealions run, waiting for the day they get out
Out of their cage, back against the chemical light
See how they charge up, harassing celebrity magistrates
Into the wild, it's never going to happen my friend
Why did you make that call?
What were you thinking of?
When will you make a better choice?
Who are you going to love?
Best burnt from froze, fostering the need for familiar things
Stepchild of his, lingering too long on the doorstep (step, step)
Nevertheless, your poorly informed spite notwithstanding
Needless to say, I had the second-to-last laugh