Wingwalker (Live in Tokyo)

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?

I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
(plane!)

No one can deny me the right to fly

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

And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life
And as I suffer for it
Look at it shine...
Big, aluminum motherfucker!
And it shines like a forehead, and
And... and as it shines, all the small things in my life suffer for the plane
But I suppose they're only small in comparison
You take into account the size of a plane
The weight of a plane
The fact that it's made out of metal, and
And hell, metal'll sink in water, much less air
And I've developed this skill
I can measure a house by eye, at a distance
Tell you its volume
Tell you the shape of the man that built it
From here, I can plant a seed in the ground like a stone
I can rise up food and feed a nation
So no one can deny me the right to fly a plane of my own device
Y'know, it's my art
When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane

PLANE!!!
WOOOOOOOOO!!!