Bullets In My Hairdo

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