I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hairIf I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of courseShe's the smoke
She's dancin' fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end
Of my tragic cigarette
She's steam
Laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
BalletEverything's gone missing
I've lost more songs to floods
I can't prove this makes any sense butI sure hope that it does
Perhaps
I was born with curiosity
The likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crowsAnd oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something
I don't knowI won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hairIf I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of courseOf course
Songwriters
Urie, Brendon Boyd / Smith, Spencer James / Walker, Jonathan Jacob / Ross, George RyanPublished by
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