Waste and tragedy have come to run their fingers through your hair
But waste and tragedy could never hold a candle to your fair
And golden hair, girl

Somewhere short of dying but too far beyond the lying part to care
Hurt but still believing in the gospel that the legends bring to bear

Heures and whores and days in a daze
And weeks and weaks
Who's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened
Vanished into thin air; banished to the grave there
Ravished when she played fair; oh that they'd have stayed there
Months and fronts and years and tears
And battered wives
Shattered lives of the weak-end, oh so many weak men

Waste and tragedy will never lift a finger for your care
But waste and tragedy may lead you down the road to its repair
So grow your hair, girl
Keep those feelings down south now somehow at least this one last time
Soon the sick sheen of your living and your life will all be left behind you


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