Devils Haircut

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!