Half assed for most his life
Done nothing but stand
Just 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've 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