Half assed for most his life
 Done nothing but stand
 Talks big because he’s so small so
 No one will give him a hand
 The kinda guy that would steal your cast
 And buy a burning house
 Then call you up and invite you in
 And jerk you off with a sandpaper hand

I’d leave him physically crippled
 Without a leg to stand
 I’d throw that trash away
 Because [bad word] like that is [bad word] in the wind
 My fist would be the decider
 I wasn’t raised a fool
 I’d stomp his [bad word] for free
 Because a punk like that is [bad word] in the wind
 [bad word] in the wind

go-getter who ain’t got none
 legend in his mind
 Always the one to invite himself
 And then just left behind
 Someone must of clipped his balls
 Or wiped his [bad word] of his life
 self centered procrastinator
 Attention seeker who’s got nothing at all

I’d leave him physically crippled
 Without a leg to stand
 I’d throw that trash away
 Because [bad word] like that is [bad word] in the wind
 My fist would be the decider
 I wasn’t raised a fool
 I’d stomp his [bad word] for free
 Because a punk like that is [bad word] in the wind