Testo di Dead Head Loose Blue

I went down to Louisiana, to get my hair cut like Sinatra Sideburns long as Mississippi and a mustasch smooth like honey I entered into a bizarre shop, all employees were dressed as cops No heads, no hands just razors, I should have left but I felt no worries Headless barbershop Gutless gastronomy Headless barbershop Better hold on to your neck firm & steady As I laid in this chair of death, ready for my last surgical breath Strapped down in a white little gown, wrinkled & worried frown Suddenly a gutsaw appeared from the blue, now must my head be put together by glue My head is a wig i am off being fed to the pig