Bad Religion - My Poor Friend Me lyrics
[Bad Religion - My Poor Friend Me lyrics]
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 and dons a bitter frown
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 a great dichotomy
(Great dichotomy) its my poor friend, me
And I'm running out of steam
I know there are people who
Are cynical and vain
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'll pick the lock, but will
Not turn the key, yeah
A people running scared, we live, breed
And die
All too aware that 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
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 and dons a bitter frown
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 a great dichotomy
(Great dichotomy) its my poor friend, me
And I'm running out of steam
I know there are people who
Are cynical and vain
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'll pick the lock, but will
Not turn the key, yeah
A people running scared, we live, breed
And die
All too aware that 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