Joe will you my buddy be?

Stay with me when i fall and die

Always thought you'd come rushing in

Clear the shit out of my eye



Joe will you my buddy be?

Lay my enemies out in lines

Come in close now i'll wash your feet

With my hair i'll mop them dry



With my hair i'll mop them dry

Something over there i do not like

There's no use in wondering



Joe will you be my buddy please?

In this hell and dead-locked time

When i'm trusting a heavy tree

Coming down with your silver knife



Coming down with your silver knife

Something over there i do not like

There's no use in wondering




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