Mop Lyrics

If I cut my hair ill die

No I don't wanna turn into that sad guy

With the short hair, skinny jeans, the one that doesn't seem to care

Milk shakes and fries

Let that shit take me to the other side

I hear it's greener there, in the clouds where I can let down my flowing hair

And take me to sweeter things, where the angels sing, and no one cares yeah no one Cares at all

About this over grown mop that tickles my back

Oh yeah this over grown, mop that tickles my back

If I could find my hair ties

I'd put it in a bun, and get this mane up tight

Out of my eyes, so I can give this god damned bowl a light

These blue eyes are blood shot red

Always laughing it off until the bitter end

Hope I did this right, but at the end of the day ya know it's a happy life

And yeah it's shown me what it really means, to be a killer queen, now I don't care, no I Don't care at all

About this over grown mop that tickles my back

Oh yeah this over grown mop that tickles my back