Вершы: Why?. The Wig Master (Xiu Xiu Cover).

You said, "I will build you a bed of cactus,

where you can sleep when the night is too sharp."



I said, "I will cover you with wax and

light your hair like a wick on cold nights."



You don't think of me very often these days,

but when you do it's of me looking for you on the ship,

top deck, just calling your name,

coughing up flames,

placing blame on a silhouette

that sings in the distance.

Did I get caught by some kid,

missing you by a hair with a slingshot I did

no thing, the plane, not delayed, at take off

it had your face, frantic, printed on the wings,

and when this plane crashes into the Atlantic,

will I eat the paint off before it sinks?

Should I masturbate one last time

or would that make me drown faster?

Does it matter? Should I care?

If I survive, I swear on a prayer

I'll spank your ass 'til you hate the wig master,

but put two pillows on your dining room chair.

Look, my hair's a dirty mop for you

to make it get lost, or set fire to

All's I needs a chance to pull my clothes off,

snicker, try harder.

Dude, send me a toy I'll use it

but that's all I can offer you.

You wanna see my panties

is the last thing you ask me.

I want my ring finger in every teenager I see

is the last thing you hear me say.

That's okay, but don't make fun of my night out.

That's okay, just don't make fun of my night out!