Split Ends (P Judd, T Finn) 1:50 Lyrics

 Writing letters to my frenz
 Telling them all about split ends
 Watching flowers hit the floor
 Why can't he see, there's so much more

 Four of one, twenty of another
 It's all the same to me brother
 Never know these days mother
 I might still be your lover (yeah)

 Nothing else is so obscene as
 coffee beans and smoke machines
 Take your daughter for a ride
 Let her know you're on her side

 Guess there's no words can beat
 The Sunday treat where rigamortis meat
 Wish you never found your feet
 Sniffing tow jams really neat

 Writing letters to my frenz
 Telling them all about split ends