I’ve got a friend, Shows me all the good times, Tells me I look better, Chews me up and spits me out, And then walks my ass home. And sings a song, When I am gone, gone, gone.
My little friend, Shoots me up and down town, When I can’t get me drunk enough, To pick me out the pieces, Of a place I call home. To sing a song, Til I’m gone, gone, gone. No.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
I’ve got a friend, Tells me to get up again, Showers me in bruises, Tells me I got a big old dick, And she wants my ass home. To sing a song, Til I’m gone, gone, gone. You know son.