Lyrics Wig in a Box / Wicked Little Town - Alan Cumming

On nights like this
When the world′s a bit amiss
And the lights go down
Across the trailer park
I get down
I feel hot
Feel on the verge of going mad
Then it's time to punch the clock
I put on some makeup
Turn on the tape deck
And pull the wig back on my head
And suddnely i′m Ms. Midwest Midnoght Checkout Queen
Until I head home and i put myself to bed
I look back on where im from
Look at the world that io've become
And the strangest thing seems suddenly routine
I look up from my vermouth on the rocks
The gift that wakes still in the book
I put on the...
No cosmic lover preassigned
There's nothing you can find that cannot be found
And if you′ve got no other choice you know you can follow my voice