They try to rob you They need to hunt you They want to catch you Their thoughts are black They plan to roll you They come to trick you And take a thing that You can’t get back
Pizzorno! Beware! Everybody wants to cut your hair Pizzorno! Don’t you frown! Your hair never let me down You never let me down
They go to crop you They run to shave you A pair of scissors They smell your blood You cannot hide, man You can’t hole up, man You need to run man It’s all you got