Manic Street Preachers
Autumnsong
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create

Now, baby, what have you done to your hair?
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care?
Now, baby, what have you done to your hair?
Done to your hair
Done to your hair
Done to your hair
Done to your hair, hair

So, when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So, when you hear this autumnsong
Remember the best times are yet to come

Now, baby, what you done to your hair?
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care?
Now, baby, what have you done to your hair?

Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create
Born to create
Born to create
Born to create
Born to create
So, when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So, when you hear this autumnsong
Remember the best times are yet to come

So, wear your hair in bunches
And your jacket loose
So, when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run

So, when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So, when you hear this autumnsong
Remember the best times are yet to come