Pull the knife from my back

And show me the color

Is it red or is it black?

Just hand it over

The wound pulses like a rusted swingset

Now the higher I get off my electronic marijuana cigarette

I feel regret

So hold pressure where it lacks

'Cause I can lose a lot of black blood

The black blood that dresses the macerated edge

That drips into buzzards

That follow you my friend

Oh, my friend, I still see you in your bed

Resting beside me with an elbow bеnt

Arrested devеlopment playing over and over again

Oh, my friend, I still see you in your bed