"Run a comb through your hair!"
"Run a comb through your hair!" Mom yelled to me out the door
Yet I couldn't understand what the hell for
"To look nice and decent;
"To look nice and decent; To show we didn't raise no slob"
So, When did their reputation become my job?
And why do they care what others think—
And why do they care what others think— About them, or me, any fucking thing?
It's the herd mentality
The blood of our society
If you're not accepted, you're an outcast
Cold, hungry, and alone
In primeval days one wouldn't last
But times have changed
As well as the blood of society too
You say "there's safety in numbers?"
Tell that to 6 million Jews
So run a comb through your hair
You gotta look good for the assholes who don't care