Mercury In Retrograde

I got a haircut in Norway
When all the weight started pulling me down
And smelling like a waterlogged wet dog aint
no way to travel
But as soon as Ichopped it all off
It just grew back thick and brown
I keep tugging on the thread,hoping it all might
come unraveled
I keep trying to throw it all away,but it comes
right back around
They come backstage and on my bus,
pretending to be my friend
Shaking hands behind grand stands all wearing
the same old grin
Oh,but none of them bother knocking
Oh,they all just come on in
Asking me what all my songs mean
Wondering if theyre all about them
Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least its not just hanging around,
pretending to be my friend
Oh,the road to Hell is paved with cruel
intention
If its not nuclear war,its gonna be a divine
intervention
Living the dream makes a man wanna scream
Light a match and burn it all down
Head back home to the mountain
Far away from all the pull
Of all the journalists and sycophants building
their brands
And all the traveling trophies and award show
stands
And all the haters wishing they was in my band
Sorry boys,the bus is plumb full
Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least its not just hanging around,
pretending to be my friend
Oh,the road to Hell is paved with cruel
intention
If its not nuclear war,its gonna be a divine
intervention
And theres nothing for me outside this hotel
room
But another letdown,lonely day
Tour is almost over,then Ill be home soon
And its all been done two or three times
anyway
Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least its not just hanging around,
pretending to be my friend
Oh,the road to Hell is paved with cruel
intention
If its not nuclear war,its gonna be a divine
intervention