Machine Elf - Rogaine Lyrics

Putting Rogaine on my face
So I shave, every day
Drinking coffee before bed
Instead of sleeping, I just lay
And stubble on my chin
Just keeps coming back
And the coffee in my blood
Starts to turning all black
Putting Rogaine on my face
So I shave, every day
And the razor's getting dull
And the metal rusts away
And the ceiling crashes down
While I'm looking at the ground
And the winter piles in
As the ac begins
And the Rogaine on my face
Starts to burn and melt away
And the ladies love my face
And the guys just want my face
And it's so damn cold in this place
And it's so damn cold in this place
And it's so damn cold in this place
Loving contours of the rock
As it rolls, down the hill
Wearing sweaters in the dark
In my house, in the chill
Cold blows through the broken glass
And the holes, in the walls
And the spiders froze to death
But the roaches still crawl
Wind blows through the broken cracks
In the contours of my face
And the roaches went and died
From the snow, in my place
And my sweaters light on fire
From their twelfth time in the dryer
And nothing else remains
But my mirror and Rogaine
And the ice forms on my face
And the fire burns on my face
And the roaches love my face
And the spiders want my face
And it's so damn cold in this place
And it's so damn cold in this place
And it's so damn cold in this place
Putting Rogaine on my face
And then shave it away
Putting Rogaine on my face
And then shave it away
Putting Rogaine on my face
And then shave it away
And the Rogaine on my face
Starts to burn and melt away
And the Rogaine on my face
And the Rogaine on my face
And the Rogaine on my face