Welcome to your final days You know this day would come Pack up all your hair supplies It's not coming back Just don't look Just let it go There's not much more now No! Life's not fair Got to try to spike it, or comb it Maybe to the side I'll try A dye job might do the trick I'll try, I'll try No luck, get a life Your genes cause death Clearly Comb-over, season of prayer Feeling alive What a disaster, the last terminal skullet That's how it fuckin' ends Des cheveux dans l'lavabo Du sang dans son cerveau Assis sur le plancher Plus rien, pour le sauver Light Growing Die Last breath of air Remembering the days When you lived without a care Gone Gone No regrets Just a fistfull of hair