Mercury in Retrograde

I got a haircut in Norway When all the weight started pulling me down Smelling like a waterlogged, wet dog Ain't no way to travel But as soon as I chopped it all off It just grew back, thick and brown I keep tugging on the thread Hoping it all might come unraveled I keep trying to throw it all away But it comes right back around They come backstage and on my bus Pretending to be my friend Shaking hands behind grandstands All wearing the same old grin Oh, but none of them bother knocking Oh, they all just come on in Asking me what all my songs mean Wonderin' if they're all about them Mercury must be in retrograde again But at least it's not just hangin' around, pretendin' to be my friend Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention Living the dream makes a man wanna scream Light a match and burn it all down Head back home to the mountain Far away from all of the pull Oh, all the journalists and sycophants wielding their brands And all the traveling trophies and award show stands And all the haters wishing they was in my band Sorry, boys, the bus is plumb full Mercury must be in retrograde again But at least it's not just hangin' around, pretendin' to be my friend Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention And there's nothing for me outside this hotel room But another letdown, lonely day Tour is almost over, and I'll be home soon And it's all been done two or three times anyway Mercury must be in retrograde again But at least it's not just hangin' around, pretendin' to be my friend Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention