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Cut Your Hair Youīre so cool, only twenty-three A rock īnī roll starīs what you wanna be Canīt get a job, cuz your hairīs to your knees Quit school, canīt spell priorities Nowīs the time, boy, for you to grow up Better get hot, now, before He throws up Heīs a jealous God, and youīre not fair Donīt sit and stare Cut your hair If your hair offends you Cut your hair I think you know just what to do Cut your hair Better to enter heaven bald Cut your hair Then enter hell and have it all Donīt respect your elders, put ém on a shelf The only thing you care about is yourself Why throw away the cards youīre dealt All your dreams of glory are going to melt Nowīs the time, boy, for you to grow up Better get hot, now, before He throws up Heīs a jealous God, and youīre not fair Donīt sit and stare Cut your hair If your hair offends you Cut your hair I think you know just what to do Cut your hair Better to enter heaven bald Cut your hair Then enter hell and have it all Havenīt moved in so long you are starting to mold What will you do when youīre deaf and old Now that your very soul has been sold Nowīs the time, boy, for you to grow up Better get hot, now, before He throws up Heīs a jealous God, and youīre not fair Donīt sit and stare Cut your hair If your hair offends you Cut your hair I think you know just what to do Cut your hair Better to enter heaven bald Cut your hair Then enter hell and have it all Donīt say "Jesus had long hair too!" The problemīs not your hair, itīs your attitude Godīs not your King, your hair is the boss Man, when was the last time you hung on a cross? Cut your hair If your hair offends you Cut your hair I think you know just what to do Cut your hair Better to enter heaven bald Cut your hair Then enter hell and have it all
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