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