It's Alright

Forget the razer, grow a mane Cause once your hair falls out, you won't see it again, no Wear your skinny jeans, your t-shirt with a stain Forget the razer, grow a mane So she hates your shitty car Just remember son, it got you pretty far, yeah Worn out leather, old McDonalds, someones bra So what? She hates your shitty car So throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart It's alright, it's all, it's alright So there's no jam in your jar, it's who you are Its alright, its all, it's alright So cut your name into a tree Roll out your sleeping bag that rolls up to your knee When your 85 your grandchildren will see You cut your name into a tree So throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart It's alright, it's all, it's alright So there's no jam in your jar, it's who you are Its alright, its all, it's alright Wo-o-ooo o-o-oo-ooo wo-o-o-ooo Don't linger on in just one place Board the nearest ship or catch a ship to space When the mirror see's the crevice on your face You lingered on in just one place So throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart It's alright, it's all, it's alright So there's no jam in your jar, it's who you are Its alright, its all, it's alright Wo-o-ooo o-o-oo-ooo wo-o-o-ooo Its alright, its all, its alright