Beck — Devils Haircut

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Something’s wrong ’cause my mind is fading,
And everywhere I look there’s a dead end waiting.
Temperature’s dropping at the rotten oasis.
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces.
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees.
Mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline.
Pistols are pointing at a poor man’s pockets,
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets.

Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind

Love machines on the sympathy crutches,
Discount orgies on the dropout buses.
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses,
Coming to town with the briefcase blues.

Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind

Something’s wrong ’cause my mind is fading,
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating.
Rock ‘n’ roll, know what I’m saying?
And everywhere I look, there’s a devil waiting.

Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Devil’s haircut! In my mind!
Devil’s haircut! In my mind!
Devil’s haircut! In my mind!