A Mask of My Own Face

A mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.

I'd wear it to a hoedown, and I'd dance with all the belles,
and none of them would know that I was secretly myself.
I'd rob my apartment and I wouldn't give a damn.
I'd blame it on the person that nobody knows I am.

I look into my eyeholes, what do I see?
Look into my eyeholes, what do you see?
I look into my eyeholes and what do I see?
A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me.

A mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.

I'd wear it on Thanksgiving and I'd laugh in the parade
at all the people hissing, knowing I'm the one they hate.
And at the big finale I would tear my face away,
and smile as they grip their own and try to do the same.

I look into my eyeholes and what do I see?
Look into my eyeholes, tell me what you see.
I look into my eyeholes and what do I see?
A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me.

A mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that.
I'd wear that mask of my own face.
I'd wear that.