Feather Boa Fear (Cover)

I was born in a room full of sensible shoes Sunday best, straight lines, nothing to prove They said, “Keep your head down, don’t make a scene” But I was gold dust caught in a sewing machine Mother said, “Darling, don’t dress so loud” Father said, “Boy, you’ll shame this town” But I found salvation in a second-hand coat With silver stars stitched round the throat And if the mirror is a battlefield Then I came dressed to win You can lock the gates of heaven But I’ll rhinestone my way in I wear your fear like a feather boa Wrap it round my neck and let it shine You call it wrong, I call it glory You draw the line, I cross it fine I’m not your son, your saint, your soldier Not the quiet thing you hoped I’d be I wear your fear like a feather boa And dance it into history I put red on my lips just to see who stared Wore pearls to the pub like I never cared The rich boys laughed from their polished cars So I bowed like a queen beneath broken stars They said, “Know your place,” but I changed the room With a velvet jacket and cheap perfume If class is a ladder, I’ll kick out the rungs And sing like thunder with a diamond tongue Every whisper in the hallway Every finger pointing through Just becomes another spotlight When I turn and look at you I wear your fear like a feather boa Wrap it round my neck and let it shine You call it wrong, I call it glory You draw the line, I cross it fine I’m not your son, your saint, your soldier Not the quiet thing you hoped I’d be I wear your fear like a feather boa And dance it into history Oh, let them talk Let them burn Let them clutch their little pearls I was never made for fitting in I was made to tilt the world With my boots too high And my hair undone With my heart out loud Like a loaded gun If I’m too much, then darling You were never enough I’m soft as silk But I’m cut from rough I wear your fear like a feather boa Wrap it round my neck and let it shine You call it sin, I call it story You call it shame, I call it mine I’m not your son, your saint, your soldier Not the quiet thing you hoped I’d be I wear your fear like a feather boa And dance it into history So hang your rules on someone colder I’ll be glitter in the rain I wear your fear like a feather boa And I’d do it all again I’d do it all again I’d do it all again Lyrics © 2026 Mickey Wilder. All rights reserved.