Video Wig In A Box Wicked Little Town by Alan Cumming Letras

Alan Cumming - Wig In A Box Wicked Little Town Lyrics

On nights like this
When the world's a bit amiss
And the lights go down
Across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had
Feel on the verge of going mad
Then it's time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
And turn up the tape deck
And pull the wig back on my head
And suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
Until I head home
And I put myself to bed

I look back on where I'm from
Look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things
Seem suddenly routine
I look up from my vermouth on the rocks
The gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of towering velveteen

I put on some makeup (oohhh)
Some LaVern Baker
I'm pullin' the wig down from the shelf
And suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And turn back...
You think that luck has left you there
But maybe there's nothin' up in the sky but air
But there's no mystical design
No cosmic lover preassigned
There's nothing you can find
That cannot be found

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
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!

Some girls they have natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With the French flip curls
And perfumed magazines
Wear it up (wear it up)
Wear it down (wear it down)
This is the best way that I've found
To be the best you've ever seen

I put on some makeup (oohhh)
Turn on the eight-track (oohhh)
I'm pullin' the wig down from the shelf
And suddenly I'm this punk rock star
Of stage and screen
Until I wake up
And I turn back to myself
I turn back to myself
I turn back to myself