I have a friend, he’s six feet tall, he drives a green car.
Working as a police man, he has a blue hat.
Once he found a knife in the centre of my back.
It was from my so called friend, turns out he’s a twat.
I will ask for all that sings loudly of burning trees,
Before I hear you speak to me of evil.
Behind your eyes, they’re watching me while I sleep.
But in this state of futile beings I’m haunting you.
I have a friend, he’s very small, he rides a red bike.
Working as a chimney sweep, he has a big brush.
On the side, he has a gun, and he likes to hunt,
Wild deer, but he shot me, turns out he’s a cunt.
I will ask for all that sings loudly of burning me,
Before I hear you speak to me of evil.
And unless you know, all that you find in a person it just
Might not be true. And until you know, you just might find
That the person he hides right inside you.
Behind your eyes, they’re watching me while I sleep.
Keep these inside and I will leave in peace.
But in this state of futile beings I’m haunting you.
credits
from Self-Titled,
released February 14, 2014
Music by J. Krause
Lyrics by J.Krause/T.Jennings-Bates
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