I’m Sure He’ll Be Bald Lyrics

Spirits, voices and clowns

Are doing their job

A little crowd is now

Trying to reach my room

Slowly climbing to my

Little door on the roof

I cannot open it,

My hands are glued with spoons

Every little piece

Of rust in you

Every little word

Is leaved alone

Labeled with some tape,

Your hairs are cursed

They just want to say goodbye

To someone who loose

Recognizing charm

Of your improve

They want to fuck you,

Leave before they'll do

Every little key

Is broke in half

Your teacher's mind

Is left alone

They're involving their faults

Just lock your room

For a little longer please

Wait beside your fuel

I'm here knocking the door,

I'm here to help you

I know you don't know how

You'll be back soon

Every little piece

Of rust in you

Every little word

Is leaved alone

Every little key

Is broke in half