PoNyTaiL

Change your horse cut

Saddle my hair

Rince your horses

Ponytail

Faded rider

Fondle my horses

Fringe mullet

Dropped crown

Brushing tuft

Ponytail

It's never ending

Keeps on growing

I think it's suffering

We should put it down

Break its crown

Its misery

It's way to long

It isn't happy

It's all gone wrong

Broke Its Own Crown

Itâs not as if weâd never wished them harm

Itâs not as if weâd never dreamt them dead

But then we never said weâd give them all a hand

We said weâd only save a pair and picked the weak

Picked the weak

You helped it to be quiet and numb

Giving it a good dose, buried in deep

They had it coming, they shouldn't bother us

Before a long time