HOT SHAMPOO

x-ray machines
belt off, frisk you
standing in an endless queue
close surveillance
sniffer dogs in your face
looking for that hot shampoo
cruising through the sky
eight miles high
keep an eye
out for a dodgy guy
reaching for his hot shampoo!

hot shampoo
what is going through
the mind of this agent of death?
what's going on in his head?
is he a martyr to the cause?
or a psychopath who pours
oil on a flaming fire
stoking the funeral pyre?

don't we get what we deserve
playing with that hot shampoo?
goldfish memories
talking up the enemies
sending them the recipe through
diplomatic ties
cosmetic exercise
and pretty soon
between me and you
it could be raining down hot shampoo!

hot shampoo
what is going through
the minds of these agents of death?
what's going on in their heads?
are they fighting for our cause?
or psychopaths who pour
oil on a flaming fire
building the funeral pyre
ever higher?