joe ain't you my buddy thee? stay with me when i fall and die always thought you'd come rushing in to clear the shit out of my eye
joe ain't you my buddy thee? lay my enemies out in lines come in close and i'll wash your feet with my hair i'd mop them dry joe you be my buddy please in this (hell) and (dead-lock) time when i'm trussed in that headache tree cut me down with your knife