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Oh Lord above
Say it's His only son
To spread the word of God to everyone
Jesus cured the lepers
And He healed the lame
But He left the bald men with their pain

Oh mighty Lord
I lost what I had
I've suffered the fate
Of my own Dad
I looked in the hills, the valleys and everywhere
But I can't see why you took my hair

Refren:
I'm losing my hair
I'm losing my hair
What was on my head
Is no longer there
When you see the light
It's my forehead's glare
Oh, don't you care
That I'm losing my hair

I tried to pray
And I tried to grieve
I tried the wig
And I tried the weave
I tried the transplant
And I tried the graph
But my hair
Is thinning fast

Oh my good Lord, why'd you'd take my hair?
Are you making a copy for heaven's stairs?
Is it defeat for all the chosen souls?
But in the meantime, my head's getting cold

Refren

We are your children, and we are blessed
But most of my hair, is now on my chest
In your own wisdom, you took it off my head
Well couldn't you just drop me blind instead?

Oh Lord above, on judgement day
Will you forgive me for my toupee?
And when I march through the gates of pearl
Can I have hair in your afterworld?

Refren


Oh mighty Lord, upon your throne
I've gotta know, do you use a comb?
Is your hair wavy, or is it blonde,
Is it curly, or is it gone!

Is to be bald to beat the band?
Cuz all the monks, have heads that shine
If that's your way, then I don't care
I'll sell my soul to get more hair

Refren

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