Drunk Barber Shaved The World
7 am Merle fumbles
Black combs in blue Barbicide
From the blue pours a shot
Fills it to the top
Steady hands by his side
Through the door the World stumbles
Merle waves his razors in the air
Swollen and round the World looks down
Climbs into the chair
Drunk Barber shaved the World
You said you understood
Maybe some of that was true
Well it's hard to ignore a vanishing floor
Like the ones we fell through
Spin me around in your red leather chair
Spin me around
Merle kicks the hair across the floor
Flicks his cigarette out the door
And with a devilish grin heads back in
To give the World another spin