Devils Cut

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading Everywhere I look, there's a dead end waiting Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leprous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees Mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets There's a devil's haircuts in my mind There's a devil's haircuts in my mind Love machines on the sympathy crutches Discount orgies on the dropout busеs Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses Coming to town with thе briefcase blues There's a devil's haircuts in my mind There's a devil's haircuts in my mind