Bad Religion - My Poor Friend Me

I know a man who doesn`t have many friends
I know a place where he lives where trouble never ends
I know it`s hard for him to read `tween the lines
And his day are getting so much shorter

He simply turns away and dons a bitter frown
His world is crumbling
His ship is weighted down
He doesn`t care as long as he can wear the crown
I know this man all too well

It`s my poor friend me,
A portrayal of the great dichotomy (great dichotomy)
It`s my poor friend me
And I`m running out of steam

I know there are people who are cynical and vane
They point their finger `cuz they can`t accept the blame
They live their lives under a blanket of shame
And their progeny crawl from underneath it

Lately I`ve come to see the solution
And it begins with me
But I`m so fallibly human
I`ve picked the lock
But will not turn the key

Of people running scared
We live, breathe and die
Off to a world, our time is slipping on by
We have solutions, but don’t even try
And I feel I know just who to blame

It`s my poor friend me,
A reminder of a tragic history (Tragic history)
It`s my poor friend me
And I`m running out of steam