Propagandhi Impending Halfhead Lyrics

He had a stack of dimes for a d___ that he kept hidden from his young tormentors. She c___ped her pants and when it started to stink they laughed her up a railing high above the river. A g______ 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 b______ in the back of a van and the clap quickly spread across her lips. Oh f___! There's a f___ing curse! She couldn't imagine worse. They thought she was such a nice kid. Not anymore. A b__py road for thimbledicks and p___-less dweebs. You with the natural perm! The brown-toothed the bald-spotted bottle-glassed puds (f___ing Halfhead). b____acked spazzed with limp handshakes, zit cream ordered by mail. No-b___ed girls, man-b___ed boys. His mom picks his clothes and SHE smells like pee. These are the mean streets. Don't kill yourself. Adulthood's worse. Don't kill yourself at all. Yet.