They looked at me and said
They looked at you and said
People want to strangle us with them
Before we take our first breath
Afraid of staying the same
This name is the hair shirt I wear
And this hair shirt is woven from your brown hair
This song is the cross that I bear
I know that it isn't right
If I pass if I fail if I drop out
'Cause it won't take much for me
To show my life ain't over yet
I wake up wondering if anything in my life
And everything around me stays the same
It's the hair shirt I wear
And this hair shirt is woven
It's woven from your brown hair
This song is the cross that I bear
I know that it isn't right
Chickened out grabbed a pen and a paper
Sat down and I wrote this song
So instead I looked in the mirror
Watched TV laid awake all night
People want to strangle us with them
Before we take our first breath
Afraid of staying the same
This name is the hair shirt I wear
And this hair shirt is woven from