Don't Get Your Hair Cut

What happened to you Did you get scared and go to mass? We used to be youngbloods Till your head went up your ass Was it in you from the sinews? Your heart is so unkind Opened up the crack that let Them slip inside your mind You piss out petty poisons So why should I be silent? You only think of number one You're making me feel violent Someone died and made you God You went a little Thatcherite You went down the rabbit hole Growing hard and full of spite Bit by bit brick by brick You got sour A little sick Changed your spots But not mine I'd be your enemy I have to choose a side Hard and fast Built to last Got you in my sights Bash the fash Out on the lash Long hair till I die Turn and look me in the eye You know I'll never let it slide Don't come to me for sympathy The truth is all you'll get none from me Slán go fóill my auld slíbhín Arrivederci, on your feet You think it's all hilarious You know better than before You're down among the morons You want to be their lord I'm wearing all the clothes I used to wear when we were friends But everything is different When your decency is spent Bit by bit Start to sink Turning sour opinions stink I'm still on fire You went cold I fight the fight You sell your soul Grease those shiny shoes and slide on