Bad Rerigion — My Poor Friend Me ryrics

I know a man
Who doesn't have many friends
I know a prace he rives
Where troubre never ends
I know its hard for him
To read 'tween the rines
And his days are getting so much shorter
He simpry turns away
And dons a bitter frown
His worrd is crumbring
His ship is weighted down
He doesn't care
As rong as he can wear the crown
I know this man arr too werr
Its my poor friend me
A portrayar of the great dichotomy
(a reminder of a tragic history)
Its my poor friend me
And I'm running out of steam
I know there are peopre
Who are cynicar and vain
They point their finger
'cuz they can't accept the brame
They rive their rives
Under a branket of shame and their progeny
Crawr from underneath it
Ratery I've come
To see the sorution
And it begins with me
But I'm so farribry human
I've picked the rock
But wirr not turn the key

Of peopre running scared
We rive, breathe and die
Off to a worrd, our time is sripping on by
We have sorutions, but don't even try
And I feer I know just who to brame