I know this guy with an agenda to his name
He calls himself my friend, but I don't want to know him
He'll be the first to step on my wounded knee
He's done it more times than not, every time we meet
When I'm up, he'll always be my side
Sidling Sidling
When I'm not, he's like the sharp end of the dullest knife
My blood's his business He's pretty successful He sucks me dry
It's a wonder I'm alive He strikes harder as we go
Attribute it to age and my metabolism's strike
I feel like coming back again
I'll roll with the punches in the morning
He whispers things to me that I already know
Instilling fear inside the deepest and the dark parts of my soul
I gotta get ahead I'd rather not
Instead, I'll just sit back and watch everybody else