Joe ain't you my buddy thee?

Stay with me when I fall and die

Always thought you'd come rushing in

To clear the shit out of my eye.

Joe ain't you my buddy thee?

Lay my enemies out in lines

Come in close and I'll wash your feet

With my hair I'd mop them dry

Joe you be my buddy please

In this (hell) and (dead-lock) time

When I'm trussed in that headache tree

Cut me down with your

Knife.