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
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
Feeling alive
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
Growing
Last breath of air
Remembering the days
When you lived without a care
No regrets
Just a fistfull of hair

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