Wigdestroyer - Birdflesh

Here I come bored of everything

I go downtown to look for you

You are the ones who lost your hair

And tried to replace it with an ugly wig

I rip it off and throw it to the ground — wigdestroyer

I know you can not help it

And I can’t help that I’m sick in the head

So let’s shake hand

Before I rip it off again