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