Impending Halfhead

(álbum: Potemkin City Limits - 2005)

He had a stack of dimes for a dink
That he kept hidden from his young tormentors.
She crapped 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 one blowjob in the back of a van
And this 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 thimbledicks and pube-less dweebs.
You with the natural perm!
The brown-toothed the bald-spotted bottle-glassed puds (Fucking Halfhead).
Boneracked spazzed with limp handshakes,
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.