Grumpy's Lyrics

They reduce me to somebody's partner
That's something I hate
Minimize all the things that you offer
Like you're scraps on a plate
See you spinning around in a horrible place
Where your friends aren't your friends anymore
We all have the cards, they're just lost in our pockets
We're picking up change and the shit that they toss us
We all have the cards, you'll see

Don't let them bring you there
Don't let them cut your hair
Don't let them bring you there
Don't let them cut your hair
Don't let them bring you there
Don't let them cut your hair

Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy? Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
But I got real good friends on the weekends
You got some real good friends on the weekends
You got some real good friends on the weekends
And then they're gone

And then they're gone
Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
And then they're gone
Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
And then they're gone
Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
And then they're gone
Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
And then they're gone

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