"Dead Eyes" lyrics

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

I know
You're the
Only person who doesn't deserve it
But I'm always gonna give 'em to you, ooh
My dead eyes
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

I know
You're the
Only person who doesn't deserve it
But I'm always gonna give 'em to you, ooh
My dead eyes

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 you, ooh
My dead eyes, ooh
But you'd know 'bout that
Wouldn't you?
You've got dead eyes too