I've been friends with this guy for years,
got on great, no blood, no tears.
Just beer and music and life on the road,
one of my brothers so far from home.
We were a unit, but now [bad word] it,
but I was telling the whole [bad word] you must believe it.

So I made one mistake,
tricked and deceived by a so called mate.
That evil [bad word] I still feel so much hate,
locked him away from his life and his mates.

But I miss the days on tour, with a pocket of pills.
I'm sure that you must feel the same?
But I miss the days on tour,
with a bottle of Morgans.
I'm sure you must feel the same?
Or maybe not.

I don't blame you for believing the lies,
some women have the power to hypnotize.
But why abandon your friends for this?
This was my mistake, let me take the blame.