Bullets In My Hairdo
Neil Finn/Tim Finn

There’s junk mail in my letterbox and all the catalogues
I can’t wait to buy it, no matter what it costs
The whistle of the sniper, the crashing of the bombs
Put a spring back in my step, keeps me feeling young

And this shopping is a curse, every time it’s getting worse
I got bullets in my hairdo, the hairs on my shirt

Many ways to spend your money, there’s not a lot to choose
The tanks are rolling over my hundred dollar shoes
You can never find a taxi to drive you into town
I’m always in a panic, I won’t go underground

And this shopping is a curse, and getting shot is even worse
I got bullets in my hairdo and holes in my purse

All quiet on the street, the silence breathing down
Bullets in my hairdo, and jewels in my crown

And this shopping is a curse, getting shot is even worse
I got bullets in my hairdo and holes in my shirt

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