| Nirvana |     |
| Floyd the barber |    |
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Bell on a door ring, "Come on in."
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down in the chair don't be afraid
Steamed hot towel on my face
I was shaved
I was shaved
I was shamed
Barney ties me to a chair
I can't see I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip
Pee-pee pressed against my lips
I sense others in the room
Opie, Aunt Bea, I presume
They take turns and cut me up
I die smothered in Aunt Bea's muff
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