In The Wings

Mama said I was allowed, to love myself|Instead I found a crown, to counterfeit.|Put it on my head, strut around.|Putting on the ritz|I put it in a book I write, inside my mind.|A quintessential classic in my mind.||I am waiting in the wings.|Me and my thespian, we're ready to get in.|I've got people in my skin.|Crawling around I could be any one of them.||Out for dinner with a girl. Ugly girl.|She asked me where I work. City girl.|I'm the prince of thieves, come to bed.|I steal the imagery|and put it in a mood I set up in my head.|Of violence and s*x up in my head.||I am waiting in the wings.|Me and my Fred Astaire, we're dying to get in there.|I have people in my skin.|Crawling around, I could be any one of them.||I'd like to thank the academy|Ma and pa for never feeding me.|All the drugs for creativity|Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me.||I am waiting in the wings.|Me and my thespian we're waiting to get in|I've got people in my skin.|Crawling around I could be any one of them.||I am waiting in the wings. Me and my Fred Astaire, we're dying to get in there|I've got people in my skin, crawling around I could be any one of them.||We're all waiting in the wings.|We're all waiting in the wings|I got people in my skin.| --- In The Wings - Mother Mother