Beck - Devils Haircut

Something’s wrong cos 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 whipping out of their sockets

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
Come into town with the briefcase blues

Got a devil’s haircut in my mind
Something’s wrong cos my mind is fading
Ghetto blasting, disintegrating
Rock and roll, know what I’m saying?
And everywhere I look
There’s a devil in waiting

Got a devil’s haircut in my mind

Devil’s haircut in my mind