So When Did Everyone In A Band Become Such A Hair Farmer?

So When Did Everyone In A Band Become Such A Hair Farmer?
Nah nah nah...
I've got a plan
You think it's possible
To hit this band
Doing the same, the same routine
Doing the same, the same routine again
Can you make it work
Can you rip our fuc*** hearts out
Shovel me in the dirt
We've got nothing wrong
The only think we've done wrong is love you

You have to be the most beautiful
And we, we have to seem the most beautiful
Thing you've seen all day
We won't get in your way
Nah nah nah...
I've got a plan
You think it's possible
To hold my hand
Strangle me to death
With the other one, that's if you can
Can you make it work
Can you rip my fuc*** lungs out
Rub me in the dirt
My universe is in your hands
Now crush it while I stand
You, you have to be the most beautiful
And we, we have to seem the most pitiful
Thing you've seen all day
We won't get in your way
God is love and love is dumb
And I am dumb, so I am God
You have to be the most beautiful
And we, we have to seem the most pitiful
Thing you've seen all day
Just don't get in our way
Nah nah nah...