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 j*rking 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 f*ck, there's a f*cking curse
She couldn't imagine worse
They thought she was such a nice kid
Not anymore

A bumpy road for thimble-di*ks and pubeless dweebs
You with the natural perm, the brown-toothed, the bald-spotted, bottle-glassed puds, f*cking 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