Don't Cut Your Hair At The Beach

I had a dream I cut my hair No holding back No waste of time The cut in my hand Blood over the sand Mix in my blood Sand over the cut I got this dream It's like a drug to me My self-esteem Close to insanity I got this dream And it comes over me I want to scream This is what life could be The sand in the air That blows through your hair When you sew my wound My thoughts resume In my dream It's not what it seems Cause I don't run From a guy with a gun In my dreams Oh I don't kneel My will like steel And I can't bleed I have no needs So i'd take the deal Let's make it real I got this dream It's like a drug to me My self-esteem Close to insanity I got this dream And it comes over me I want to scream This is what life could be I got this dream It's like a drug to me My self-esteem Close to insanity I got this dream And it comes over me I want to scream This is what life could be