Harison Zamperla - Friend (Lyrics by Christopher "Rocko" George) Lyrics

Had pretty friend but my friend is dead
He told me in a dream that I was a cat
We had mice in the kitchen so I put on my shoes
My pretty dead friend's he's got nothing to prove
To anyone, anymore

And I met a pretty girl so I took to bed
She cried like a kitten so we had coffee instead of
You know that thing that people do
I met a pretty boy he had hair on his face
He swore like a sailor that I had good taste
I called him a queer so he put me in my place

And the moon came up
And the sun went down
And we're still drunk running round this town
And just lay back you can watch it all burn
We'll party on our tax returns

And I had pretty friend but my friend is dead
He told me in a dream that I was a cat
We had mice in the kitchen so I put on my shoes
My pretty dead friend's he's got nothing to lose
Anymore

People say that God is a tease
Well I dont really know, but it's got me on my knees again

And the sun came out and the moon went down
And we're still drunk and running around this town
Just lay back you can watch it all burn
We'll party on our tax returns

And I had pretty friend but my friend is dead
He told me in a dream that I was a cat
We grew mice in the kitchen so I put on my shoes
My pretty dead friend's he's got nothing to prove
To anyone, anymore
Especially you
And his mother