So Called Friend

Never again, to a so called friend
Will leave you sick and dry
This friend has a name
Knows the gutter and shame
This so called friend of you and I
Oh great soul, the long-term goals
Are to leave this friend behind
He knows what I lack
Is a place under the sack
And every other tie that binds
This last night on the town
Might be your last above ground
And you think to yourself
There must be a better way than the same routine
For more than once, you pay
More than once, you pay
Butt full of lead, stuck in your web
Held captive by the stream
The thoughts in your head
They made a nice bed
And you still had time to dream
This last night on the town
Might be your last above ground
And you smile at things and wave goodbye
More excuses to never even try
As you wave goodbye
Forget what I said, your friend's not dead
He's only gone for a while
Come back to that crack
Between what's white and what's black
And give you one last smile
This last night on the town
Might be your last above ground
And you think to yourself
There must be a better way than the same routine
For more than once, you pay
More than once, you pay