Three more inches of hair Is a whole fucking world Of rebellion. Happy, happy, I will forget So many things which are bad Which leaves me only with good thoughts. Why are you staring at me? You're breaking my nose from 25 feet. Are you really that small? Talking to you now Is the easiest thing In all of fucking hell. Slowly turning the key, Am I going or flowing Out? Why are you staring at me? You're breaking my nose from 25 feet. Are you really that small? All this day is a beautiful lie. People say what they will to get by. All I'm guess into that song Lucky four minute rebellion