Reverse Mullet
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| Reverse Mullet | |
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| Written by | Bora Karaca |
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| Appears on | The Greatest Demo CD in the World, Turk Off EP, Cojum Dip |
| Sung by | Bora Karaca |
| Duration | 4:38 |
| Genre | Metal, Doo Wop |
| Language | English, Spanish, Turkish |
Reverse Mullet is the third song on Cojum Dip's album, Cojum Dip, sung by Bora Karaca.
Trivia
- "Nadie arregrlará su pelo" translates to "Nobody will fix your hair" from Spanish
- "Saçının esirisin" translates to "The prisoner of your hair" from Turkish.
Lyrics
Take your ruined scalp and turn it back the way you found it Afraid to do it? Come on, try Try to lie falling down Walking down the aisle being passive to your weak mates Shaking around, never sure of where the carpet terminates Puff out that chest Expect one who loves Nadie arreglará su pelo Saçının esirisin Can’t find time to solo, think, lay low Try to run away against the wind that takes you to a different state of mind Upright your spine! Afraid to admit your blackness Fall down that hill that always made you cry Try to run away against the wind that takes you to a different state of mind Upright your spine! Afraid to admit your blackness Fall down that hill that always made you cry Take your ruined scalp and turn it back the way you found it Afraid to do it? Come on, try Try to lie falling down Walking down the aisle being passive to your weak mates Shaking around, never sure of where the carpet terminates Puff out that chest Expect one who loves Nadie arreglará su pelo Saçının esirisin Can’t find time to solo, think, lay low (blah!) Try to run away against the wind that takes you to a different state of mind Upright your spine! Afraid to admit your blackness Fall down that hill that always made you cry Cry Ba dum bu dum (Doo-wop) Ba dum (Doo-wop) Bu dum (Doo-wop) Ba dum-bum That hill that always, always made you cry Ba dum bu dum (Doo-wop) Ba dum (Doo-wop) Bu dum (Doo-wop) Ba dum-bum That hill that always made you cry Try to run away against the wind that takes you to a different state of mind Upright your spine! (Rythmic interlude) Afraid to admit your blackness Fall down that hill that always made you cry