You know that I'd cut my hair If I knew that's what you wanted A lot of people might get scared But you still get my engine running But baby, I couldn't let you know Because you've still got me hiding And only you could keep me waiting While we're just getting older I'm just getting older Cuz baby, My will is a cold-blooded killer It blasts a hole in my head And dumps it into the river This is the edge of breaking down This kind of high Really takes you out It the kind of words I can't really say It's the kid of person that I can't be To you, Babyhead! (So keep moving away)