I got a friend,
Shows me all the good times,
Tells me I look better,
Chews me up and spits me out,
And then walks my ass home.
And sings a song,
When I'm gone, gone, gone.

That little friend,
Shoots me up and downtown,
When I can't get me drunk enough,
To pick me out the pieces,
Of a place I call home.
To sing a song,
'Til I'm gone, gone, gone.

Gone...
Gone...
Gone...

I've got a friend,
Helps me to get up again,
Showers me in boozes,
Tells me I got a big old dick,
And she wants my ass home.
To sing a song,
'Til I'm gone, gone, gone...
You know son!

Gone...
Gone...
Gone...
Gone...
Gone...
Gone.