Punk Kid - Joan of Arc

Didn’t even flinch, a muscle torn

Trailer driveway

Junk in the snow

I get my head shaved 'cause of the light

My collared shirts have bottoms tucked inside

By brother won’t talk, he bites on his fist

He likes to look at the chips

Of the centre of the bun

All my life

I’ve been eating shit

Look at me

I’m a real punk kid

Follow the girls along the road

They look to see

I think I am in a dream

I run in the woods, I run the woods

Hiding in the ground

The road through the trees

Jackson and state road grow so big

There’s no services

Just a fruit tree where he’d sit

And that story about me and the cow

Well, it’s not true

But they repeat it anyhow

All my life

I’ve been eating shit

Well look at me

I’m a real punk kid

All my life

I’ve been eating shit

Well look at me

I’m a real punk kid