Hair Today Gone Tomorrow
I'm not impressed by your mullet, you can wear a hat, disguise it but you still look like a cunt, I may appear cold in my criticization but I can’t reject my observation, a ‘Britpop’ throwback stuck in the past, sipping wine from a shot glass to emphasise ‘the quirk’, a Liam Gallagher impressionist, a ‘Wonderwall’ slurring jerk, a record player perfectionist spinning dated crap , your glory days are doo-doo! however much you back-track, let’s just face the fact, you’re all baldness and bravado and there ain’t no traits left to borrow ... HEY! you know what they say? “Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow”
