shady fuckin kid with his hands in his pockets
someone call his mom, he's acting mighty toxic
gonna start a problem and swear he never caused it
shady fuckin kid with a knife in his hand
and he spirals down the drain
no one knows where the trophy son goes
tells a lie to his mom and it's sticking to his teeth
he's haunted by the ghosts and the debts that he owes
could hardly believe the intent to deceive
shady fuckin kid with a nine in his pocket
someone call the cops, he's acting mighty toxic
gonna start a problem and swear he never caused it
shady fuckin kid with his hands on your throat
and we lost him around two years ago
they found a kid shot up and thrown into a manhole
i thought about how you wouldn't shut up on the rides home
you're probably drugged up and sleeping with one eye closed
but what do i know?
you'd sell your soul for a cigarette and dimebag
you're spitting on the respect for you that your friends had
i'd run and tell your folks but they'd say, "oh, that's too bad"