[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
And if you see all the things you do
Won't amount to anything but
International hair

[Verse 2]
Finally off being left for dead
A big black rifle to your head
Purest of all places
Never get around long enough to smile

[Chorus]
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