Bullets In My Hairdo Songtext

There's junk mail in my letterboxAnd all the cataloguesI can't wait to buy itNo matter what it costsThe whistle of the sniperThe crashing of the bombsPut a spring back in my stepKeeps me feeling youngAnd this shopping is a curseEverytime it's getting worseI got bullets in my hairdoThe hairs on my shirtMany ways to spend your moneyThere's not a lot to chooseThe tanks are rolling overMy hundred dollar shoesYou can never find a taxiTo drive you into townI'm always in a hurryI won't go undergroundAnd this shopping is a curseEverytime it's getting worseI got bullets in my hairdoAnd holes in m ypurseAll quiet on the streetSilence breathing downBullets in my hairdoJewels in my crownAnd this shopping is a curseEverytime it's getting worseI got bullets in my hairdoAnd holes in my shirt