Frank Candelori
Cutting his hair
Pacing the stages
In the boroughs of New York
If life was a slipstream
Skip just ran out of steam
Tired of standing up
For what he believed
When all of the edges
Aren't always straight
Will you withstand it
Or let it break
Cutting his hair
Pacing the stages
In the boroughs of New York
If life was a slipstream
Skip just ran out of steam
Tired of standing up
For what he believed
When all of the edges
Aren't always straight
Will you withstand it
Or let it break