Time was, I could move my arms like a bird... FLY!!!



She was a wingwalker,

pitgirl of the sky...



And now I got an engine,

a big perverted engine,

It runs on strength of will....

Who could deny me the right to fly?

You know, it's my art -

when I form my body in the shape of a plane...



I'm a plane! {repeats}



Now I got an airframe,

a big perverted airframe.

You know? It's my art -

when i disguise my body in the shape of a plane...



I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!) {repeats}



(Look at me, look at me - I'm a plane! Look at ME, i'm a plane! Look at me!)



And a plane becomes a metaphor for my life, and as I suffer for it like I'm

insane, as it says... So she suffers under the weight of my plane... You

know? It's my art! When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane...



PLANE!!! *Brandon Matuja