I thought you swore you didn't have a goddamn gunnWell son of a gunnDid they make you run?nInto the first pair of armsnThat you mistook for lovenAnd just maybe it even wasnnBut she's not your friendnNo she's not your friendnAh, she's not your friendnShe can tell you what you wantnBut she's not your friendnnHey! And I thought about when you were youngnWalkin' down the streetnBanging on your drumsnAnd your growing painsnWere more than realnHurt you in your bonesnHurt you everywhere you can feelnnAnd angel boy you never even knewnThat they'd try to make it so hardnMake it hard on younAnd I never even had a chance to say goodbyenCouldn't even trynCouldn't even trynNot as dumb as you tried to make us believenSo stifle the screamnBehind your smilin' grindin' teethnA smile and a screamnnNo, she's not your friendnNo, she's not your friendnShe's not your friendnShe can tell you what you wantnAh, but she's not your friendnnAnd I thought about when you were youngnSittin' under treesnBanging on your drumsnAnd your growin' painsnWere more than realnShe hurt you in your bonesnHurt you everywhere you can feelnnAnd angel boy you never even knewnThat they'd try to make it so hardnMake it hard on younI never even had a chance to say goodbyenCouldn't even trynCouldn't even try