Cribcaged Lyrics
Are the ones that we are here for
Ones belonging to my children
That do what we do, scar from our wounds
Where the magic really happens
Don't come with a mercy dispense
Holy white screen
Showing nothing
Showing nothing
Sick of sickening home designers
Sick the drugs that goes to street poles
Sick of homies, sick of posters
Despite the name on the clothes and perfume
Despite the way that press observes you
You're just people
You're just people
You're just people
Successful people
Dressed-up people
Smiling people
Fameless people
Velvet people
Wealthy people
Important people
But still just people
Fuck the Al-Pacino posters
Fuck the drugs that goes to street pole
Fuck the homies, fuck the posters
Fuck the walls they build around them
Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense
I don't want to hear their voices
As long as they've fought with their wallets
Fuck the francy ?????
Fuck their lack of a rich melody
Personality, Fuck this travesty
Fuck this new york, fucked up fomine
Fuck their quizdom, fuck their shortening
Fuck the way they fuck equality
Fuck their freeing in
Fuck the once dead way
You're just people
Successful people
Dressed-up people
Smiling people
Fameless people
Recorded people
Wealthy people
Important people
But still just people
Messed up people
Shallow people
Stupid people
Plastic people
Maniac people
Federal people
Failed people
Natural people
I'm cribcaged, cribcaged
Are the ones that we are here for
Ones belonging to my children
That do what we do, scar from our wounds...

I'm surprised that nobody has mentioned the tv show Cribs. Perhaps non-Americans are not familiar with it. In the early 2000s, it was a pretty popular reality show on MTV where a camera crew would tour the home (colloquially known as a "crib") of some celebrity, usually a rapper. They were always mansions, and it was basically just a glorification of wealth and excess, as the song suggests.
The lines "fuck the bedroom magic nonsense" and "fuck the stupid throw you out joke" are pretty clear references to the show, as basically every celebrity would say "this is where the magic happens" when showing off their bedroom, and usually end the episode by jokingly kicking the crew out.

The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for Ones belonging to my children That do what we do, scar from our wounds
The only cribs that make a difference Where the magic really happens Don't come with a Mercedes Benz Or a wide screen showing nothing Showing nothing...
I'm sick of home control devices Sick of sickening home designers Sick the drugs and gold and strip poles Sick of homies, sick of posers
Despite the nodding staff that serves you Despite the name on the clothes and perfume Despite the way that press observes you You're just people...
Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red Carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people
So fuck the million dollar kitchen Fuck the Al-Pacino posters Fuck the drugs the gold the strip poles Fuck the homies, fuck the posers Fuck the walls they build around them Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense I don't want to hear their voices As long as they've vote with their wallets
Fuck the silly “throw you out” joke Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked Fuck their lack of originality and personality Fuck this travesty
Fuck this new norm Fuck comformity Fuck their Kristal Fuck their sordity
Fuck the way they fuck equality Fuck their freebie gear Fuck the ones they wear You're just people..
Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red Carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people
Messed up people Shallow people Stupid people Plastic people Meta people Theta people Therapyople Entropiople
Oh, fuck the ones they wear I'm cribcaged
The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for The ones belonging to our children That do what we do, scar from our wounds

This song is an attack at the commercialism that is raising our society, and how it has corrupted us into caring about our purses more thatn our children, who are the only cribs that really matter

Beautiful song against our society I love PoS

This song is excellent.
It's about how stupid and irratinally abusive modern society is towards itself and others. Instead of sincerely investing in the future generations and our children, society sees fit to wallow in idol worship (the obsession with actors, socialites and all those worthless people) and consumerism. Never taking the time to see the injustices and retardation going on around them, instead going with the flow that will end to hurt and screw up everything.

In addition, the end of the song, Pain of Salvation states how our children will have to mend the wounds of modern society, producing more scars. That's basically what the whole album is about, the wounds, scarring, and general abusiveness of modern society.

Quite simply one of the best songs I've ever heard. Newt pretty much nailed the meaning.

Newt nailed it. People are too busy obsessing over idols, be it humans, items, or ideas, without thinking of future generations, not even their own kids.
I also loved the tiny shout-out to their own earlier album. "Entro-people" is a reminder of the road that this band went thru to get to their level of public respect allowing them to attack the idols so directly.

Whenever I think the world has finally lost it, throw on a PoS track and it all makes sense, we nasty little creatures with nasty habits.
Love this track! As Newt has summed it up perfectly I simply add my thoughts. Reality TV, moronic 15 second personalities that have no personality, people obsessed with what others have and they want, materialistic morons craving crap that they think will make their lives somehow better. How about we try to instill some worth, common sense and consideration into our kids as we raise them? Not teach them that materialistic obsession is the key to a happy life.