Terminal Skullet

Welcome to your final days
 You know this day would come
 Pack up all your hair supplies
 It's not coming back
 Just don't look
 Just let it go
 There's not much more now
 No!
 Life's not fair
 Got to try to spike it, or comb it
 Maybe to the side
 I'll try
 A dye job might do the trick
 I'll try, I'll try
 No luck, get a life
 Your genes cause death
 Clearly
 Comb-over, season of prayer
 Feeling alive
 What a disaster, the last terminal skullet
 That's how it fuckin' ends
 Des cheveux dans l'lavabo
 Du sang dans son cerveau
 Assis sur le plancher
 Plus rien, pour le sauver
 Light
 Growing
 Die
 Last breath of air
 Remembering the days
 When you lived without a care
 Gone
 Gone
 No regrets
 Just a fistfull of hair