Lyrics:

I wont cut my beard and I wont change my hair,
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere.
My hair, my hair
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse,
Id put a statue of myself upon the shelf, of course, of course,
Of course.

Shes the smoke, shes dancing fancy pirouettes,
Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette.
Shes steam, laughing on the windowpanes.
The never-ending swaying haze,
Oh that ever smiling maze,
Oh that ever smiling maze,
A ballet!

Everythings gone missing, Ive lost more songs to floods.
I cant prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does.
Perhaps, I was born with the curiosity,
The likes of those of old crows,
The likes of those of old crows.
And oh how that piano knows,
The piano knows something I dont know.

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 hair
If 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 course
Of course.