When the world's a bit amiss
feel on the verge of going mad
Then it's time to punch the clock
And pull the wig back on my head
midwest midnight check -out queen
I look back on where I'm from,
look at the woman I've become
the gift that wakes still in the box
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
And suddenly I'm this beehive,
Until I wake up and I turn back
You think that luck has left you there,
but maybe there's nothing
No, there's no mystical design,
no cosmic lover pre -assigned.
There's nothing you can find
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Some girls they got natural ease.
They wear it anyway they please.
With the French strip curls
this is the best way that I've found
To be the best you've ever seen
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
And suddenly I'm this punk rock star
Until I wake up and I turn