The lyric "skinhead in Timberlands with a scowl under my skully/ two eyes over ugly/ skipping over the other drunks and their booze blues/ while pissing on the dessicated scenarios of “who's who?”/ When I guess really it should be “Who's food?”/" is featured in 1 different songs in our database, showcasing its versatility in music.Explore how artists use this specific phrasing in their creative work.
skinhead in Timberlands with a scowl under my skully/ two eyes over ugly/ skipping over the other drunks and their booze blues/ while pissing on the dessicated scenarios of “who's who?”/ When I guess really it should be “Who's food?”/
Everyone is arguing over bathrooms, decorum, politics/ parking spaces at entropy, you name it/
I'm pissed off/tee'd off/ off my rocker – Coocoo for Cocoa but too cool/ for school when it comes to mental junk food / and brain candy decay. Binge watching the flip-flops./ I'm a few bucks away from a one stop shop wanting two cans of the kind and that's Sam I am; double fisting micheladas on a funday. A suedehead, demented, skinhead in Timberlands with a scowl under my skully/ two eyes over ugly/ skipping over the other drunks and their booze blues/ while pissing on the dessicated scenarios of “who's who?”/ When I guess really it should be “Who's food?”/
Unhinged and undone/ A typewriter on my tongue and more knives in pocket than all of London/
Everyone is arguing over bathrooms, decorum, politics/ parking spaces at entropy, you name it/
I'm pissed off/tee'd off/ off my rocker – Coocoo for Cocoa but too cool/ for school when it comes to mental junk food / and brain candy decay. Binge watching the flip-flops./ I'm a few bucks away from a one stop shop wanting two cans of the kind and that's Sam I am; double fisting micheladas on a funday. A suedehead, demented, skinhead in Timberlands with a scowl under my skully/ two eyes over ugly/ skipping over the other drunks and their booze blues/ while pissing on the dessicated scenarios of “who's who?”/ When I guess really it should be “Who's food?”/
Unhinged and undone/ A typewriter on my tongue and more knives in pocket than all of London/