Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards
Friends
Soon I’ll be a ghost; Soon I’ll lose my name
It’s nothing that I’ll miss; It’s nothing but a shame
Assume I’ll never speak to anyone again
Assume I never cared; I never was your friend
You assume all that you want, I won’t be mad about it
You think so little of me, I won’t waste my time upon it
I had something to say and now that someone’s listening
You think I'm losing my head? Well I'm sick of this shit
And I can’t be told won’t be taught
I won’t fold, it can’t be bought
I’m not that cold, say what you want
I won’t be sold
The edge that cuts in deep, through muscle, skin, and bone
You think that I’d forget what I consider home
You could let me go; You could call it good
You think I’d walk away? And maybе I should
And I can’t be told, I won’t be taught
I won’t fold, it can’t be bought
I’m not that cold, say what you want
I won’t bе sold
You assume all that you want; I won’t be mad about it
You think so little of me, I won’t waste my time upon it
I had something to say and now that someone’s listening
You think I'm losing my head? Well I'm sick of this shit
And if I never return a call or letter was it
Because of all I had earned, or how you talked around it?
You put me down all you want; Say I forgot who I am
Go and tell all of your friends I was never your friend