Here comes my friend, written over his face Walking with a kind of a with a sort of a grace
He talks the He tried to the walk He you laugh He you mad, really mad
He'll lick you with an acid Make you feel he's right when you know that wrong He says is a bitch and then you die and then you die
But in the meantime, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, in the meantime Like Michael says, it's Mardi
I think that life's like that Choice of is bad Maybe a kind of a lesson Maybe it's a of a map
We talk the We try to the walk It makes you And you feel like you've been had
And maybe we'll live lives Keep coming till we realize it's in our hands We choose to do wrong or do
But in the meantime, in the meantime We keep on In the meantime, in the meantime Like Michael says, it's Gras
the sun comes up And the sun goes down in the And the world keeps And we're and we're learning in the meantime
And I of you And I'm wondering what you're doing in the Do you of me And what could have been in the meantime? Yeah
Here comes my friend, Grin over his face with a kind of a swagger Walking with a of a grace
He'll lick you an acid tongue Make you feel he's right you know that he's wrong He makes you laugh, he makes you mad, mad
But in the meantime, in the meantime We keep on In the meantime, well, maybe in the Like Michael says it's Gras
Well, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, well, maybe in the Like Michael says, it's Gras