Dye It Red (Live in London)

Kiss my ass, you don't know jack
And if you say you understand, you don't
You don't
You don't
You don't
Fuck me, only when I'm keen
Not according to your beer
Your beer
Your beer
Your beer

So let me be what I've wanted to be
So let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to
I haven't found myself so comfortable
I'm not stopping now

Touch me as if you mean it
'Cause I'm getting tired of being all alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
And if it's not from you
Guess I'll find it on my own

So let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to
I haven't found myself so comfortable
I'm not stopping
Think I'd be better off alone
Now that I've had some time to think
I've had to put up with your shit
When you're not even that cute

And maybe it's time to change my ways
But that doesn't include you

Let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to
I haven't found myself so comfortable
I'm not stopping
Think I'd be better off alone
Now that I had some time to think
I've had to put up with your shit
When you're not even that cute
That cute
That cute
That cute

(Alright, thank you so much for having us, Brixton)
(This is, uh, this is crazy)
(I never thought I'd headline Brixton, so this is, uh)
(Kind of awkward!)
(But, um, let's go crazy for this one)