Dead Eyes

Skinny white boy on the tartan streets
Decent side pipe
With his pretty yellow smile
And the breath of vegemite
And he can't get hard
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 ya
My dead eyes, ooh
You'd know 'bout that, wouldn't you?
'Cause you 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 ya
My dead eyes, ooh
Yeah, I know you see
The dog on the road but I'm not gonna swerve it
And I'll smile while I give 'em to ya
My dead eyes, ooh
But you'd know 'bout that, wouldn't you?
You got dead eyes too