joe aint you my buddy thee?
stay with me when i fall and die
always thought youd come rushing in
to clear the shit out of my eye
joe aint you my buddy thee?
lay my enemies out in lines
come in close and ill wash your feet
with my hair id mop them dry
joe you be my buddy please
in this (hell) and (dead-lock) time
when im trussed in that headache tree
cut me down with your
knife
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