yeah, this song is about a friend back-stabbing him
You have to be kidding me
It must be buried three inches deep
(a metaphor speaking of the knife in his back)
and no one is here to help dig it out
And, I am not suprised because they will no doubt take your word
(all his friends have sided with his friend who back-stabbed him and they've all left him)
everyone loves juicy gossip
(speaking of the rumors his friend probably spread about him)
So I guess I'll sleep it off (on my stomach of course)
[he's saying he has to sleep on his stomach because the knife is in his back]
And when i see you next time I'll kill you with a smile
[he'll just smile at his friend next time he sees him, everyone knows nothing is worse than when you say rude things about someone and that person just smiles at you and treats you nicely]
yeah, this song is about a friend back-stabbing him
You have to be kidding me It must be buried three inches deep (a metaphor speaking of the knife in his back) and no one is here to help dig it out And, I am not suprised because they will no doubt take your word (all his friends have sided with his friend who back-stabbed him and they've all left him) everyone loves juicy gossip (speaking of the rumors his friend probably spread about him)
So I guess I'll sleep it off (on my stomach of course) [he's saying he has to sleep on his stomach because the knife is in his back]
And when i see you next time I'll kill you with a smile [he'll just smile at his friend next time he sees him, everyone knows nothing is worse than when you say rude things about someone and that person just smiles at you and treats you nicely]