The Hair Song - Black Mountain

Young pretty hair, oh how’d you grow there

What it is, what it is?

Ain’t no wonder at all

You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth

Like it is, like it is Let whole world turn you on Oh villains turned lovers, alive on your bosom

Born wounded and in it Yeah, God made you strong

There will be none left to drag away under your rule

Bang, bang the drum

Children having fun with the blues

Let your laws come undone

Don’t suffer your crimes

Let the love in your heart take control

Big city lights have wound us so tight

Statesmen and clergy

Banished kids open your eyes

Alien fascist, alien with the devil

No provocation

Let the whole world turn us on There will be none left to drag away under your rule

Bang, bang the drum

Children having fun with the blues

Let your laws come undone

Don’t suffer your crimes

Let the love in your heart take control

Let your laws come undone

Don’t suffer your crimes

Let the love in your heart take control