We are riders on a caffeine binge
In our good shoes and our messed up skin
Breaking down and starting over again
Moving forward against the sun
Loaded head, empty hands
Ready to go, and making it better
I saw the stars dancing in his eyes
And the blood beneath his face
Feeling bitter and drunk with desire
He'd do anything to get a taste
A clean blade, plenty to gain
Sharp and cold, ready to go
Shave, cut you clean
Shave, cut you clean
A desperate man, he turns his head from temptation
But money is power and greed is a seed
Now he's got a garden growing in his head
And a vacuum where his soul used to be
Shave, cut you clean
Shave, cut you clean
Shave, cut you clean
Shave, cut you clean
Shave . . . .