I got a haircut in Norway
When all the weight started pulling me down
Smelling like a waterlogged wet dog
Ain't no way to travel
But as soon as I chopped it all off
It just grew back thick and brown
I keep tugging along the thread
Hopin' it all might come unravelled
I keep tryin' to throw it all away
But it comes right back around
They come backstage and on my bus
Pretending to be my friend
Shakin' hands, behind grandstands
All wearin' the same old grin
Oh but none of them bother knockin'
Oh they all just come on in
Askin' me what all my songs mean
Wonderin' if they're all about them
Mercury must be in retrogade again
But at least it's not just hanging around
Pretending to be my friend
Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war
It's gonna be a divine intervention
♪
Livin' the dream makes a man wanna scream
Light a match and burn it all down
Head back home to the mountain
Far away from all the pull
Oh all the journalists and sycophants wielding their brands
And all the travelling trophies and award show stands
And all the haters wishin' they was in my band
Sorry boys, the bus is plumb full
Mercury must be in retrogade again
But at least it's not just hanging around
Pretending to be my friend
Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war
It's gonna be a divine intervention
♪
And there's nothing for me outside this hotel room
But another let down, lonely day
Tour is almost over then I'll be home soon
And it's all been done two or three times anyway
Mercury must be in retrogade again
But at least it's not just hanging around
Pretending to be my friend
Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war
It's gonna be a divine intervention