Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear A voice of warning Stories of pain and fear ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with a loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger son Ringin' in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear A voice of warning Stories of pain and fear ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with a loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger son Ringin' in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit I admit I don't understand how this all started But I know it's gotten out of hand We can't go back now Can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass Not while we're Sailin' too close, sailin' too close to the wind Sailin' too close, sailin' too close to the wind