Unshaved Soul

First things were good, then things went bad

And then my soul has shaved its head.

It changed its jump, it changed its throw,

It said to me "whatever, bro",

Put on its shades and charged ahead

While I was hanging by a thread.

We partied till the morning dregs

And then my soul has shaved its legs,

It changed its walk, it changed its pitch,

It said to me "whatever, bitch",

Put on some lipstick and perfume

And left me in а door-less room.

I thought that we had got it made

But then my soul has lost its blade

And now it comes, the worst of all -

A stubbly and hungover soul.

Oh fate, it's such a lowly trick,

My whole kingdom for a Bic!