[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