Shave Your Head

You get the girls, I'll bring the boys Turn down the lights, send in some noise Send in some noise Close the door, mix yourself a drink I'll know what you mean when you say what you think It feels real good with your feet high up in the air Through states of despair Put on your boots, get out of you head Music is dead Shave you head and cut right through the steel When you don't know what's real Cut the conversation short if that's the way you feel Put on your boots get out of you head Music is dead This ain't the sixties anymore I put on my boots and I shave my head This ain't the sixties anymore You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown No Send in some noise