International Hair - The Amazing

Did you loose in between

Look at the angry croud

Beneath your feet

A way through is all but closing in

Some peace of mind would be an awful crime

And if you see all the things you do

Won’t amount to anything but

International hair

Finally off being left for dead

A big black rifle to your head

Purest of all places

Never get around long enough to smile

And if you see all the things you do

Won’t amount to anything but

International hair

No I did not want to be here

I will be fine when I am gone