Letra de Impending Halfhead
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 riverA goddamn beige curse She couldn't imagine worse She once was known for her art Not anymoreHis 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 lipsOh fuck, there's a fucking curse She couldn't imagine worse They thought she was such a nice kid Not anymoreA 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-boobled girls, man-boobed boys, his mom picks his clothes and she smells like peeThese are the mean streets Don't kill yourself yet Adulthood's worse Don't kill yourself at all... yet