Lyrics

[Verse 1] Life got a new haircut A choice you could call rash Bleach and three fringes And a great big moustache Nothing can be done When nothing′s in your hands Let the scissors come Rearrange the land [Verse 2] Getting funny looks from People bustling by Flat caps on their heads Hiding what's inside Blocking out the sun A quiff to beat the band Let the razor come Rearrange [Verse 3] The land is bowling over Hiding from the rain Of stray hairs falling Across the open plain [Verse 4] Life looks very different As the barber lifts his comb And looking in the mirror Says "Aren′t you glad we're not alone?" Glad we're not alone [Outro] "Aren′t you glad we′re not alone?" Looking in the mirror