Besedila: At The Drive-In. Embroglio.

I had a friend who died for something he really loved i had a friend who stood for none of the above i had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars who got drunk one night in the trunk of louie p.'s car i had a friend who'd love to scare you as was his affection and tremble you did cause you weren't worthy of his friendship i had a friend, but now he's stranded on the mesa street exit and sometimes i'm jealous cause i'm still at the intersection i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars duct tape the cross on the brown colored box single file line on the unpaved road they tipped their hats, respect for the dead in juarez, mexico is where they buried my friend there are no words to express the loss i feel since you've been away you made this typical sad song a physical classroom where i learned nothing just flashes of your face it's all a facade and nothing really matters now he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit and sometimes i'm jealous waiting at the intersection i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars it's all a facade, and nothing really matters now