Junior Brother - Life’s New Haircut lyrics
[Junior Brother - Life’s New Haircut lyrics]
A choice you could call rash
Bleach and three fringes
And a great big moustache
Nothing can be done
When nothing′s in your hands
Let the scissors come rearrange the land
Getting funny looks from people bustling by
Flat caps on their heads
Hiding what's inside blocking out the sun
A quiff to beat the band let the razor come
Rearrange
The land is bowling over
Hiding from the rain of stray hairs falling
Across the open plain
Life looks very different
As the barber lifts his comb
And looking in the mirror
Says "Aren′t you glad we're not alone?"
Glad we're not alone
"Aren′t you glad we′re not alone?"
Looking in the mirror