Mood: Morphine

How come did she got so near...my friend?

The Poor boy, he is a good boy
The bitch handles my friend like a personal toy

And he likes it so. He's a silent pet
she's got her hands all over his neck

She made him suck her finger deep
filled his void throat with burning heat

Pushed his head, swallowed up his attention
The fool took it as being affection

He delivered it all, forgot to ask
But she'll eat to the bone and feed him in last
Don't recognize my good friend no more
He squirms his paws like a loving whore

She's a bad bad woman to have around
So why the hell does he look so proud?
[So why the hell does he look so proud?]
No way out, now boy. No way out.
No way out, now boy. No way out.
She's a bad bad woman to have around
She's scratching for wounds, spilling the whisky.

She'll have him burned, fondle his hair
and blow him out like she really cared

This woman's the leader of the game
and he's the only one to blame

But he likes it so. He's a silent pet
He needs the perfect cue to leave the wrong set

Everyone gets stupid for awhile
But not my good friend who set by my side

Not so long ago we had a toast to the free
How weak can a man be? How weak can a man be?

She's a bad bad woman to have around
So why the hell does he look so proud?
[So why the hell does he look so proud?]
Get out, now boy. Fight your way out.
Get out, now boy. Fight your way out.