The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
He had a stack of dimes for a dink
That he kept hidden from his young tormentors
She crapped in her pants and when it started to stink
They laughed her up a railing high above the river
A goddamn beige curse
She couldn't imagine worse
She once was known for her art
Not anymore
His mom caught him jerking when she got home from work
And it drove him to stick needles in his arm
She gave him one blowjob in the back of a van
And the clap quickly spread across her lips
Oh fuck, there's a fucking curse
She couldn't imagine worse
They thought she was such a nice kid
Not anymore
A bumpy road for thimble-dicks and pubeless dweebs
You with the natural perm, the brown-toothed, the bald-spotted, bottle-glassed puds, fucking halfhead
Boneracked spazzes with limp handshakes and zit cream ordered by mail
No-boobled girls, man-boobed boys, his mom picks his clothes and she smells like pee
These are the mean streets
Don't kill yourself yet
Adulthood's worse
Don't kill yourself at all... yet
That he kept hidden from his young tormentors
She crapped in her pants and when it started to stink
They laughed her up a railing high above the river
A goddamn beige curse
She couldn't imagine worse
She once was known for her art
Not anymore
His mom caught him jerking when she got home from work
And it drove him to stick needles in his arm
She gave him one blowjob in the back of a van
And the clap quickly spread across her lips
Oh fuck, there's a fucking curse
She couldn't imagine worse
They thought she was such a nice kid
Not anymore
A bumpy road for thimble-dicks and pubeless dweebs
You with the natural perm, the brown-toothed, the bald-spotted, bottle-glassed puds, fucking halfhead
Boneracked spazzes with limp handshakes and zit cream ordered by mail
No-boobled girls, man-boobed boys, his mom picks his clothes and she smells like pee
These are the mean streets
Don't kill yourself yet
Adulthood's worse
Don't kill yourself at all... yet
Lyrics submitted by MrPryMinista, edited by sokorny
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