Tears under the roof
Of great HAIR shining
From new despair shampoo
Made from real tears
And the weeping angels
Who were misunderstood
Now you are crying to
And the cure is to laugh
That the shampoo
Will make you brand new
NEW DESPAIR SHAMPOO
Oh I love you
For good things come
To those who weep
To clean the slate
And view the sight
Of a dream WITHIN
The eyes
Clean at last
Clean at last