| Joe |
|---|
| 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 silver knife |
| Cut me down with your silver knife |
| Something over there I do not like |
| There’s no use in wondering |
