Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear the voice of warning Stories of pain and fear Ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with the loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger, son Ringing in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear the voice of warning Stories of pain and fear Ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with the loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger, son Ringing in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit And I admit I don't understand how this all started But I know it's gotten out of hand We can't go back now We can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass Not while we're sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind Saling too close, sailing too close to the wind