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lyrics
Got up this morning on the wrong side of my bed
Too many thoughts running through my head
Head to the bathroom with a slight bit of dread
By the end of this trip I might even be dead
I get the blade from the shelf
In the mirror is myself
I smear my face in gel
Oh no! I slipped back and fell
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Get up for a second attempt
I think this might be my thing for Lent
Oh my God this is weird
I might as well just grow a beard
But then again I'll look like Ben
And now the cut really stings
It's one of those annoying things
I'll guess I'll have to get on with it if I don't want to look like a tit
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Blood trickles down my face
It hits my mouth
So sour is the taste
Don't be a slave
And grow a beard
Just be revered
And have a shave
One stroke down, two strokes up
Who could really give a - ?
A little bit here, a little bit there
And holy crap I missed some hair
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving shaving
