Mercury in Retrograde

I got a haircut in Norway When all the weight started pulling me down Smelling like a waterlogged wet dog Ain't no way to travel But as soon as I chopped it all off It just grew back thick and brown I keep tugging along the thread Hopin' it all might come unravelled I keep tryin' to throw it all away But it comes right back around They come backstage and on my bus Pretending to be my friend Shakin' hands, behind grandstands All wearin' the same old grin Oh but none of them bother knockin' Oh they all just come on in Askin' me what all my songs mean Wonderin' if they're all about them Mercury must be in retrogade again But at least it's not just hanging around Pretending to be my friend Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention If it's not nuclear war It's gonna be a divine intervention Livin' the dream makes a man wanna scream Light a match and burn it all down Head back home to the mountain Far away from all the pull Oh all the journalists and sycophants wielding their brands And all the travelling trophies and award show stands And all the haters wishin' they was in my band Sorry boys, the bus is plumb full Mercury must be in retrogade again But at least it's not just hanging around Pretending to be my friend Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention If it's not nuclear war It's gonna be a divine intervention And there's nothing for me outside this hotel room But another let down, lonely day Tour is almost over then I'll be home soon And it's all been done two or three times anyway Mercury must be in retrogade again But at least it's not just hanging around Pretending to be my friend Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention If it's not nuclear war It's gonna be a divine intervention