Don't you sometimes feel Someone cares More than you For the particulars of your own life? Who held still? And who walked into the knife? Did you notice the face She was wearing When she stepped into the light? Everyone wants their own piece of the pain A lock of hair Take out your clippers Tell it in a stage whisper Sometimes you wonder How many sneaking fools Have your number Is it safe to move in? Everyone is watching You're a poster girl or boy For a long, hot summer Inches give way to lies Paint a target on your chest To make it easy For the hunters Everyone enjoys a piece of the pain A lock of hair Pull out your clippers Tell it in a stage whisper Everyone enjoys a piece of the pain A lock of hair Take out your clippers Tell it in a stage whisper