If you've got a friend that you want messed upnJust meet me on the corner by the Tail Of The PupnI'll be there soon if you'll wait a whilenIt'll be just one punch for my « patients (patience?) »nAnd a drawer full of dirty shirtsnWe'll find out just who hurts 'causennChorus:nBing can't walknBob broke both his legsnBing can't walknBob broke both his legsnnYou're the one that I'll remember most of all tonightnSomeone let go of my string, I'm fallin' down like a broken kitenWho's to say, and who's to know they don't know what I knownThere's something out there floatin' freenAnything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's treennChorus repeat nnLike a punch in the face or a kick in the groinnThere's nothin' goin' down goin' down but the dollar and the coinnnGreasy little fingers point to ugly little liesnHide them in a hope chest in an attic in Van NuysnTrusted friendships can go sour betrayal in the midnight hournJust remember I hate to losennnThere's something out there floatin' freenAnything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's tree 'causennBing can't walknBing can't walknnChorus repeat nnA touch of sin could break your backnOr scramble up your eggsnnBut then I've got a personal codenI just hit 'em on the head, throw 'em in a trunk,nAnd then I drive on down the roadnHa. n