| Shellac of North America - Wingwalker. Time was, I could move my arms like a bird
Fly! She was a wingwalker
Pitgirl of the sky [Verse]
And now I got an engine
A big perverted engine
It runs on strength of will
Who could deny me the right to fly?
You know, it's my art
When I form my body in the shape of a plane... [Chorus]
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane! [Verse]
Now I got an airframe
A big perverted airframe
You know, It's my art
When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane
[Chorus]
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!) [Outro] (Look at me, look at me - I'm a plane! Look at me, I'm a plane! Look at me!) And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life
And as I suffer for it
Like I'm insane, as it says...
So she suffers under the weight of my plane
You know? It's my art! When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane... Plane! (Plane!) RIP Steve. |