Dead Friend
I got a friend
Dead Friend
Deep inside I feel him alive
Now I think of him often
But I didn't visit before he died
Much of my life
I have behaved
Hundreds of times
I have been saved
I got a lot in common with my
Dead Friend
But I never been
To his grave
He wasn't suited to adult life
The principal became the judge
Invincible in my eyes
My eyes didn't matter much
Whatever was wrong
You would do
No one would think of it but you
Snorting crank
In a line at the bank
Smiling at the Pastor
While whittling a shank
Out of his own wooden leg
Stabbing someone in the
Congregation
Just for fun
He didn't care about the consequence
With a wink and a smile he got by quite awhile
So many sins covered in his grins
In a man lurked a little child
Whatever was wrong
You would do
No one would think of it but you
Serving shit
Disguised as chocolate
On Christmas Eve at an orphanage
Completely naked yeah
Screaming at the kids to be grateful
For what they get
One night I'm not sure why
He played too hard
And then he died
I got a friend
Dead Friend
I think I loved him
But I never cried
Dead Friend
Deep inside I feel him alive
Now I think of him often
But I didn't visit before he died
Much of my life
I have behaved
Hundreds of times
I have been saved
I got a lot in common with my
Dead Friend
But I never been
To his grave
He wasn't suited to adult life
The principal became the judge
Invincible in my eyes
My eyes didn't matter much
Whatever was wrong
You would do
No one would think of it but you
Snorting crank
In a line at the bank
Smiling at the Pastor
While whittling a shank
Out of his own wooden leg
Stabbing someone in the
Congregation
Just for fun
He didn't care about the consequence
With a wink and a smile he got by quite awhile
So many sins covered in his grins
In a man lurked a little child
Whatever was wrong
You would do
No one would think of it but you
Serving shit
Disguised as chocolate
On Christmas Eve at an orphanage
Completely naked yeah
Screaming at the kids to be grateful
For what they get
One night I'm not sure why
He played too hard
And then he died
I got a friend
Dead Friend
I think I loved him
But I never cried
Credits
Writer(s): Talitha Fetty
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