Skinny white boy on the tartan streets Decent side pipe
With his prettyâ yellowâ smile And the breathâ of Vegemite And he can´t get hard Butâ then again, yeah, then again, he might Skinny white boy on the tartan streets Gonna get his money right
Yeah, I know you´re the Only person who doesn´t deserve it But I´m always gonna give ´em to you, oh My dead eyes Oh, but you´d know ´bout that, wouldn´t you? ´Cause you´ve got dead eyes too
Skinny white boy with the broken wrists Looking for a line Doesn´t matter if it´s blue Doesn´t matter if it´s white
Doesn´t matter if it´s brown And definitely don´t matter if it´s shite Skinny white boy with the broken wrists Gonna get that pain right
Yeah, I know you´re the Only person who doesn´t deserve it But I´m always gonna give ´em to you, oh My dead eyes, oh Yeah, I know you see The dog on the road, but I´m not gonna swerve it And I smile while I give ´em to you, oh My dead eyes Oh, but you´d know ´bout that, wouldn´t you? You´ve got dead eyes too