The Crimea - Losing My Hair lyrics

There Over the kicked chair Been hanging there since Tuesday Just don How d'ya treat a stranger How d'ya keep her warm at night When all is said and done you know it Losing, losing my hair There This is the grand finale Peace talks in a cafe Just don Robbed of our sanity By that old chestnut vanity Lost in the lonely streets You know it Losing, losing my hair Somewhere between the Zanzibar and the second coming We crossed the great divide, with fortune on our side All throughout the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past Women and children, like half eaten apples on the roadside verge Fallin