Cut My Hair

Cut My Hair - Phish

Why should I care

If I have to

Cut my hair

I've got to

Move with the fashion

Or be outcast

I know I should fight

But my old man

He's really alright

And I'm still living at home

Even though it won't last

Zoot suit

White jacket with side vents

Five inches long

How long on the street again

And I'm leaping along

I'm dressed right

For a beach fight

But I just can't explain

Why that uncertain feeling is still

Here in my brain

The kids at school

Have parents that

Seem so cool

And though I don't want to hurt them

Mine won't me their way

I clean my room and my shoes

But my mom found a box of blues

And there doesn't seem much hope

They'll let me stay

Zoot suit

White jacket with side vents

Five inches long

I'm out on the street again

And I'm leaping along

I'm dressed right for a beach fight

But I just can't explain

Why that uncertain feeling is still

Here in my brain

Why do I have to be different to them

Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend

We have the same old row

Again and again

Why do I have to move with a crowd

Of kids that hardly notice I'm around

I work myself to death

Just to fit in

I'm coming down

Got home on the very first train from town

My dad just left for work

He wasn't talking

It's all a game

'Cause inside I'm just the same

My fried egg makes me sick

First thing in the morning