Band-Aid

Scribble handed chalk
Under where you walk
I'm the last in line
But would you gimme more time?
Keep your arms inside
But enjoy the ride
In your padded cell
Isn't it swell
You're in a living hell, woah
And nothing seems to change

Don't you remember
Back in the day
When all of your problems
Would go away with just a band aid
But not today
Because bigger cuts leave bigger scars
And you're gonna get a boo-boo
But we're here to see you through
All the way 'til the end
Cause all of us are friends.

I'll pick you up
Whenever you fall
Or maybe when we slam
Up against the wall
All the Fridays nights
The almost bar-fights
So much to tell
Isn't it swell

We're all living with you in this hell
And we'll still be here
When it's time for one of us to
Go



Credits
Writer(s): Slade Shirah
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