Cut My Hair - Phish

Why should I care

If I have to cut my hair?

I’ve got to move with the fashions

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

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

The kids at school

Have parents that seem so cool

And though I don’t want to hurt 'em

Mine want me their way

I clean my room and my shoes

But my mother 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

But we have the same old row again and again

Why do I have to move with the crowd?

Of kids that hardly notice I’m around

I worked 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 and inside I’m just the same

My fried egg makes me sick

First thing in the morning