Mama said I was allowed to love myself,
Instead I found a crown, to counterfeit.
Put it on my head, strutted out,
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 sex 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.


Lyrics submitted by Reapermane

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