The Hair Song Lyrics - Wilderness Heart - Black Mountain

Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there 

What it is, what it is? 

Ain't no wonder at all 

You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth 

Like it is, like it is 

Let whole world turn you on 

Oh villains turned lovers, alive on your bosom 

Born wounded and in it 

Yeah, God made you strong 

There will be none left to drag away under your rule 

Bang, bang the drum 

Children having fun with the blues 

Let your laws come undone 

Don't suffer your crimes 

Let the love in your heart take control 

Big city lights have wound us so tight 

Statesmen and clergy 

Banished kids open your eyes 

Alien fascist, alien with the devil 

No provocation 

Let the whole world turn us on 

There will be none left to drag away under your rule 

Bang, bang the drum 

Children having fun with the blues 

Let your laws come undone 

Don't suffer your crimes 

Let the love in your heart take control 

Let your laws come undone 

Don't suffer your crimes 

Let the love in your heart take control