Dead Friends

I don’t know about your ways anymore
You’ve gone blind to all these days I stood for
I’m sorry I’m lazy, I ain’t no worker
I’m a bad guy, but I’m not shy
And that’s just what we have
You’re a
You’re a
You’re true as dead friends
You’re true as dead friends
And all of the alive ones will act their best
I don’t see these pretty things you dreamed up
You can hold your gripes from me 'til they leave
I’m sorry I’m a bully
I’m a mean one aren’t I?
I’m a bad guy, but I’m not shy
That’s just what we have
You’re a
You’re a
You’re true as dead friends
You’re true as dead friends
And all of the alive ones will act their best
(I don’t know, your great, your great)
Bow to me
Your only son
Bow to me
Your chosen one
Bow to me your perfect shot
Bow to me
Who needs a god?
Done
Done
Done
You’re a
You’re a
You’re true as dead friends
You’re true as dead friends
And all of the alive ones will act their best