Welcome to your final days
You know this day would come
Pack up all your hair supplies
It's not coming back
Just don't look
Just let it go
There's not much more now
No!
Life's not fair
Got to try to spike it
Or comb it
Maybe to the side
I'll try
A dye job
Might do the trick
I'll try
I'll try
No luck
Get a life
Your genes
Cause death
Clearly. comb-over
Season of prayer
Feelin galive
What a disaster
The last terminal skullet
That's how it fuckin ends
Des cheveux dans l'lavabo
Du sang dans son cerveau
Assis sur le plancher
Plus rien
Pour le sauver
Light
Growing
Dim
Last breath of air
Remembering the days
When you lived without a care
Gone
No regrets
Just a fistfull of hair.
