I've got a *** of cash
It's in my pocket burning fast
It's better I spend every last cent

Miss my long hair, with this shaved head
Can't help feeling I should've left it instead
It'll grow long before I'm dead

Regret is just a word
Make no mistake
It may just stick with you

Beget your own pain
Fathered all you forsake
You travel with the weathervane