Bad Religion Lyrics
9. My Poor Friend Me
I know a man who doesn't have many friends I know a place he lives where trouble never ends I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines And his days are getting so much shorter He simply turns away, ends up on bitter ground His world is crumbling, his ship is weighted down He doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown I know this man all too well It's my poor friend me A portrayal of the great dichotomy (great dichotomy) It's my poor friend me And I'm running out of steam I know there are people who are cynical and vane They point their finger 'cause they can't accept the blame They live their lives under a blanket of shame And their progeny crawl from underneath it Lately I've come to see the solution And it begins with me But I'm so fallibly human I've picked the lock but will not turn the key Are people running scared? We live, breed, and die All to a world where time is slipping on by We have solutions but don't even try And I feel I know just who to blame It's my poor friend me A reminder of a tragic history (tragic history) It's my poor friend me And I'm running out of steam!
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