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Lyrics for 'Bullets In My Hairdo' by 'Finn Brothers'
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
Everytime 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 Hurry
I Won't Go Underground
And This Shopping Is A Curse
Everytime It's Getting Worse
I Got Bullets In My Hairdo
And Holes In My Purse
All Quiet On The Street
Silence Breathing Down
Bullets In My Hairdo
Jewels In My Crown
And This Shopping Is A Curse
Everytime It's Getting Worse
I Got Bullets In My Hairdo
And Holes In My Shirt
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