Don't you sometimes feel someone cares
Knowing you for the particulars of your own life?
Who held still as you walked into the knife?
Did you notice the face she was wearing
As she stepped into the light?

Everyone wants their own piece of the pain
A lock of hair
Take out your clippers
Tell it in a stage whisper

Sometimes you wonder
How many sneaking fools have your number
Is it safe to move in?
Everyone is watching

You're a poster boy or girl
For a long hot summer
Inches give way to miles
Paint a target on your chest
To make it easy for the hunters

Everyone enjoys a piece of the pain
A lock of hair
Pull out your clippers
Tell it in a stage whispe