Tekster: Lame Ducks. Pick It Up. Best Friend.

Every now and then, when I see you at the station with this hanging face.
You stand with a cigarette hanging from your mouth,
and have clothes like a dirty ho.
I try to force you to get straight with your life again.
But still. I really don't care,
cause after all your my very best friend.

Do you understand what you mean to me?
Your like a friend who's playing in the game of life.
And I play the second guest in your life of glamour an pity sides.
We're like a team in a league of reality games.
I've said it once, and I'll say it again.
You're my friend, and you should now...