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You and me, we go back a long time
I remember the trials
that we've been through
Somewhere down the line
you took a wrong turn
I still can't believe that it's true
How could you turn your back
and live the life
of something we were so strong against?
You changed your colors on your friends
I better not see you
on my side of the fence

Keep snorting that shit up your nose
Now you're just a wannabe
in gangster clothes
Still claim you're down
yet you act like a monkey
You can't fool us, Duane,
you're just a junkie

You traded in your bomber for a starter
While you were getting weak,
I was getting harder
I better not see you
around the likes of me
You're just another clown of misery
You gave up your boots with your ideals,
dropped your morals and turned to junk
The fire in your eyes is forever gone
From a proud white boy,
you turned into a punk
Was it really worth it? Losing it all?
Turning from your friends
into a life of crime
You're the lowest of the low,
everything I hate
A traitor to your own kind

I hear that you're looking decrepit;
that you're all skin and bones
You've got both legs up in a cast;
and you're scared to leave your home
You've ripped off one too many people
and now you're up to your ears in debt
And the last time
that I saw you at Hardee's
you ran like my little pet

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