The belly of the beast, draped in uniform, Well ironed, many a time I have fought
They seek and demand
To be called by honour
Yes your honour
'Salute and respect, the badge I wear'
Yes your number, your gun, your threat
Sorry your honour, your Junta
So your honour ; Junta
Why am I to sit, in house arrest
Like a caged bird, arm's length
While the peaceful monk
Do protest, in defiant
Yes your honour, your general, your Junta
When you swore to protect the people of Burma oh Burma
Who's badges you wear, for your honour
Junta numbers lined in queues of generals
Sorry your honour,
To have ever questioned
Your integrity, Junta to salute
Another one, on vote counts
I guess now, close to unchained shackles
I can step foot out, among my people
To serve my people, the Mother land
With your permission of-course, Junta
With your eagle eyes, paranoia a' weary ears
With your permission, your honour, of course
To fight against your oppression
Yes your honour, with your permission
If only to say
Yes your honour, to Junta
But how could I, yes your honour, Junta
I will I promise say words,
Which may end me, locked up in birds cage
For that is the price of freedom
While my people protest on Tuesdays
If this is our destiny to protest
Gladly we shall
No your Junta, your honour
The cage can't hold my wings
I am Suu Kyi, of Burma
