Get your hair cut. Get your money on straight. Get your head right. And don't forget where you come from. Who you friends are and all that shit. Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning. Stories of pain and fear. Ringing in my eardrum. And ever since I come home. There's been somebody with the loaded gun. Get your finger on the trigger son. Ringing in my eardrum. Get your hair cut. Get your money on straight. Get your head right. And don't forget where you come from. Who you friends are and all that shit. Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning. Stories of pain and fear. Ringing in my eardrum. And ever since I come home. There's been somebody with the loaded gun. Get your finger on the trigger son. Ringing in my eardrum. Get your hair cut. Get your money on straight. Get your head right. And don't forget where you come from. Who you friends are and all that shit. I admit I don't understand how this all started. But I know it's gotten out of hand. We can't go back now. We can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass. Not while we're sailing too close. sailing too close to the wind. Sailing too close sailing too close to the wind