Get your hair cut
Get your money on straight
Get your head right
And don't forget where you come from
Who your friends are and all that shit
Ever since I could hear the voice of warning
Stories of pain and fear
Ringing in my eardrum
And ever since I could run
There's been somebody with the loaded gun
Get your finger on the trigger, son
Ringing in my eardrum
Get your hair cut
Get your money on straight
Get your head right
And don't forget where you come from
Who your friends are and all that shit
Ever since I could hear the voice of warning
Stories of pain and fear
Ringing in my eardrum
And ever since I could run
There's been somebody with the loaded gun
Get your finger on the trigger, son
Ringing in my eardrum
Get your hair cut
Get your money on straight
Get your head right
And don't forget where you come from
Who your friends are and all that shit
And I admit I don't understand how this all started
But I know it's gotten out of hand
We can't go back now
We can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass
Not while we're sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind
Saling too close, sailing too close to the wind