Buzzcut

Someone tie him down

To a kitchen chair

Put on rubber gloves to cover evidence

With a backwards cap

And limousine

He’s a righteous man

And our deputy

He has wooden hands

And cardboard eyelids

Go on buzz my head

Low down this time

Hiding away my believer

I have wooden hands

And cardboard eyelids

Dawn is something that I wish would never come

Low down this time

Hiding away my believer