The Hair Song

Black Mountain

Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there 
What it is, what it is? 
Ain't no wonder at all 

You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth 
Like it is, like it is 
Let whole world turn you on 

Oh villains turned lovers, alive on your bosom 
Born wounded and in it 
Yeah, God made you strong 

There will be none left to drag away under your rule 
Bang, bang the drum 
Children having fun with the blues 

Let your laws come undone 
Don't suffer your crimes 
Let the love in your heart take control 

Big city lights have wound us so tight 

Statesmen and clergy 
Banished kids open your eyes 

Alien fascist, alien with the devil 
No provocation 
Let the whole world turn us on 

There will be none left to drag away under your rule 
Bang, bang the drum 
Children having fun with the blues 

Let your laws come undone 
Don't suffer your crimes 
Let the love in your heart take control 

Let your laws come undone 
Don't suffer your crimes 
Let the love in your heart take control