Joe will you my buddy be?
Stay with me when I fall and die
Always thought you’d come rushing in
Clear the shit out of my eye
Joe will you my buddy be?
Lay my enemies out in lines
Come in close now I’ll wash your feet
With my hair I’ll mop them dry
With my hair I’ll mop them dry
Something over there I do not like
There’s no use in wondering
Joe will you be my buddy please?
In this hell and dead-locked time
When I’m trusting a heavy tree
Coming down with your silver knife
Coming down with your silver knife
Something over there I do not like
There’s no use in wondering
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