Wig Stand

Down in your dumps All you see is your junk Spilling out over the rim Shit flowing filled with sin Wig stand, perched up with your cross to bear Wig stand, an empty shell topped with hair Feeling sick about your life And the food that gets you high Another bite at the hand that feeds Off the plate that fills your needs Wig stand, perched up with your cross to bear Wig stand, an empty shell topped with hair Did you, see this end Such a price to pay Waste your life away now Life away