Shave Your Head - Rico

You get the girls, I’ll bring the boys

Turn down the lights, send in some noise

Send in some noise

Close the door, mix yourself a drink

I’ll know what you mean when you say what you think

It feels real good with your feet high up in the air

Through states of despair

Put on your boots, get out of you head

Music is dead

Shave you head and cut right through the steel

When you don’t know what’s real

Cut the conversation short if that’s the way you feel

Put on your boots get out of you head

Music is dead

This ain’t the sixties anymore

I put on my boots and I shave my head

This ain’t the sixties anymore

You’d think in all this time that we’d have grown

No

Send in some noise

This ain’t the sixties anymore

This ain’t the sixties anymore

(no)

There’s mum and dad on the dance floor

You’d think in all this time that we’d have grown

No

If you’re still making records without your pain

Then you’re still making records that sound the same

This ain’t the cities anymore