oh i feel this friendship goin south
mr jabber jaw, senor motor mouth
sometimes you gotta bury
sometimes you gotta hide
what you feel, what you feel inside
when you talk out of your ass
and you talk out of your mouth
you can have a conversation all by yourself
when you come home from work
act like a total jerk
complain about your day
puke it out all over my face
sometimes you gotta bury
sometimes you gotta hide
what you feel, what you feel inside
you know i got a headstone,
an epitaph and a grave
for every little heartache, argument,
& mistake i ever made
oh i feel this friend ship sinkin down
you got diarrhea, diarrhea of the mouth
you act just like un nino
i think that is quite clear
one shitty week we had
made you blind to two good years
now you are an island
on a tattered map
that i fold and slip right into
the pocket of my past
and im sure you hate my gutz
id expect nothing less
id feel the same if i were a child
but im a man who wishes you the best
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