Groovy Sunday Lyrics

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperatures dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline
Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smilin' eyes whippin' out of their sockets
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the briefcase blues
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting, disentegrating
Rock and roll, know what I'm saying?
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind!
Got a devils haircut in my mind!
Devils haircut in my mind!

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