Dead Friends

I don't know about your ways anymore You've gone blind to all these things I stood for I'm sorry I'm lazy, I ain't no worker I'm a bad guy, but I'm not shy And that's just what we have [Chorus] Your-a Your-a Your truest dead friends Your truest dead friends And all of the alive ones will act their best I don't see these pretty things you dreamed up You can hold your gripes from me 'til they leave I'm sorry I'm a bully I'm a mean one aren't I? I'm a bad guy, but I'm not shy That's just what we have [Chorus] Your-a Your-a Your truest dead friends Your truest dead friends And all of the alive ones will act their best (I don't know, your great, your great) Bow to me Your only son Bow to me Your chosen one Bow to me your perfect shot Bow to me Who needs a god? Done Done Done [Chorus] Your-a Your-a Your truest dead friends Your truest dead friends And all of the alive ones will act their best