Bullets In My Hairdo Lyrics - Singles - Finn Brothers

There's junk mail in my letterbox and all the catalogs 

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 hurry, I won't go underground 

And this shopping is a curse, every time 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, every time it's getting worse 

I got bullets in my hairdo and holes in my shirt