Friends are hard to come by
there's a reason why when you're taking thigs for granted
the little thing you do they mean so much to you
why can't you ever understand it
I haven't seen you lately, who cares anyway now
the way you acted last time, there's nothing to say now
you blew your chance, you lost your pants
why are we the ones to take the blame?
and eveything you do ends up the same
You think these same things every night and nothing ever seems to turn out right
king of yo' room. what's left to say? we never really liked you anyway, bitch!
you were once the ruler of the land, now all you rule is your right hand.
you thought your skills were in demand, doesn't look that way now in the end.
tell me how does it feel to have no friends? does your mind reel?
you peer about, there's no one there with a pipe or a beer to share.
you are king of yo' room. so here's your crown your majesty, monarch of regosity.
We've heard the stories about a million times, about your kick-
ass fucking punk rock band.
and all your girly stylin' lines
now that the glory is gone, i can't think what will you do with your life.
Can you carry on?