Walking Haircuts Lyrics

Blinded by the veil of self-importance

Thinking up his biopic

Ego, women, expensive living

It's a real blockbuster flick

Planning all his anecdotes

Sitting in his underwear

Sanity is barely afloat

Another pub gig

Go and dust off the parka

And roll up another bank note

He's gonna steal your Saturday

With a sound that sounds the same

Looking like a Liam under disco lights

But he goes by his very own name

Walking haircuts fill the bill

Weekend rock-star, full-time shill

And it's not art 'cause "that's for puffs"

You might have just sealed fisticuffs

Bumpin' off ma and pa

The Stag & Pheasant superstar

A brand new sound would be a start

But Madchester's still got his heart

His head could fill the fucking room

With songs 'bout nowt but fag and booze

It sounds alright but it's nothing new

And the whole thing is just so hard to

Chew on your cheek as they're playing

Hating what they've said and saying

In your own head contemplating

How you'd do it different

But you didn't did you?

'Cause you were too scared

Got his mates all on the snow

With his jail-bait on her chain

Looking for a fight through disco lights

'Cause it's on-brand to be insane

Walking haircuts fill the bill

Weekend rock-star, full-time shill

And it's not art 'cause "that's for puffs"

You might have just sealed fisticuffs

He's gonna steal your Saturday

With a sound that sounds the same

Looking like a Liam under disco lights

But he goes by his very own name

Walking haircuts fill the bill

Weekend rock-star, full-time shill

And it's not art 'cause "that's for puffs"

You might have just sealed fisticuffs

Walking haircuts fill the bill

Weekend rock-star, full-time shill

And it's not art 'cause "that's for puffs"

You might have just sealed fisticuffs