Darlin dont you go and cut your hair, Do you think its gonna make him change? Im just a boy with a new haircut, And thats a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle, hit me wearing muzzles, Hesitate to die, look around, around, the second drummers drowned, His telephone is found Music scene is crazy, bands start up each and every day, I saw another one just the other day A special new band, I remember lying, I dont remember lies, I dont remember what But I dont care, I care, I really dont care, Did you see the drummers hair? Advertising looks and chops a must, No big hair!! Songs mean a lot, When songs are bought, And so are you- Bitch, rant down to the practice room Attention and fame so, Career, career, career....
I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground, you'd prefer an astronaut, someone to relate to and someone to command, and I will be a simple man. I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line, and synchronize and shine. A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, it's still the same to me. It's a waste of a song. It's a waste of a song. You're a waste of my lungs. I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun, and I will be an astronaut for I have come to surface to catch some light and feed, and I have everything I need. And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line, and synchronize and shine. A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, you're still the same to me. You're a waste of a song. You're a waste of my lungs. It's a waste of a song. It's a waste of a song. You're a waste of my lungs. You're a waste of a song.
