It's Alright

Forget the razer, grow a mane
Cause once your hair falls out, you won't see it again, no
Wear your skinny jeans, your t-shirt with a stain
Forget the razer, grow a mane

So she hates your shitty car
Just remember son, it got you pretty far, yeah
Worn out leather, old McDonalds, someones bra
So what? She hates your shitty car

So throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart
It's alright, it's all, it's alright
So there's no jam in your jar, it's who you are
Its alright, its all, it's alright

So cut your name into a tree
Roll out your sleeping bag that rolls up to your knee
When your 85 your grandchildren will see
You cut your name into a tree

So throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart
It's alright, it's all, it's alright
So there's no jam in your jar, it's who you are
Its alright, its all, it's alright

Wo-o-ooo o-o-oo-ooo wo-o-o-ooo

Don't linger on in just one place
Board the nearest ship or catch a ship to space
When the mirror see's the crevice on your face
You lingered on in just one place

So throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart
It's alright, it's all, it's alright
So there's no jam in your jar, it's who you are
Its alright, its all, it's alright

Wo-o-ooo o-o-oo-ooo wo-o-o-ooo
Its alright, its all, its alright