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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
Tells me I got a big old [bad word] 
And she wants my [bad word] home.
To sing a song,
Til I’m gone, gone, gone.
You know son.

Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.