We live behind their front lines
In enemy territory we grow
We few, we proud, we stylish
The army you’ll never know
An army of long haired men are we
Scattered among your ranks
Fighting each day for peace from those
Short cut men, who rule these banks
With pressure from our foemen
And pressure from our friends
Pressure from our allies
We strive against the trends
The women who support us
Likewise are scarce and few
For they alone would have long hair
And don’t like that we do.
And yet there are a few women
Who still support our troop
Who play with out long dangling locks
Around their fingers form a loop.
We shall persist in shadows
Recruiting were e’re we go
Until one day you’ll see a world
Where all men let it grow
We few armed with conditioner
Will shampoo away the names
That are hurled at our hair and backs
By those who oppose our aims
We proud who march in style
And brush away the snarls
Will likewise straiten out the world
Ending insults and the quarrels
We strong who stand up for ourselves
Despite the social norm
Who can ignore the stares and sneers
And weather the hatred storm
The army of long haired men are we
Our goal is clear in sight
And in a few years you will see
We daily grow in might.
