In The Wings - Mother Mother

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 of them

Off to 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’ve got people in my skin

Crawling around, I could be any 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 ready to get in

I’ve got people in my skin

Crawling around, I could be any 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 of them

We’re all waiting in the wings

We’re all waiting in the wings

I got people in my skin