Propagandhi - Impending Halfhead lyrics

He had a stack of dimes for a dink
That he kept hidden from his young tormentors
She crapped in her pants and
When it started to stink
They laughed her up a railing
High above the river

A goddamn beige curse
She couldn't imagine worse
She once was known for her art not anymore

His mom caught him jerking when
She got home from work
And it drove him to stick needles in his arm
She gave him one blowjob in the back of a van
And the clap quickly spread across her lips

Oh fuck, there's a fucking curse
She couldn't imagine worse
They thought she was such a nice kid
Not anymore

A bumpy road for thimble-dicks
And pubeless dweebs
You with the natural perm, the
Brown-toothed, the bald-spotted
Bottle-glassed puds, fucking halfhead
Boneracked spazzes with limp handshakes and
Zit cream ordered by mail
No boobed girls, man boobed boys
His mom picks his clothes and
She smells like pee

These are the mean streets
Don't kill yourself yet adulthood's worse
Don't kill yourself at all yet