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
