Besedila:
Handsome Family My Friend

You've been my golden best friend Now with post-demise at hand Can't go to you for consolation 'Cause we're off limits during this transition This grief

, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho You drew a picture of my morning But you couldn't make my day, hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way

thinkin' bout a family of my own Cause the band's on stage and I'm late for my show There's folks who think my life is lacking Cause my time at home

police get nauseous from my trail of corpses No stake through my heart, no Holy water and no priest with crosses A woman's mind gets clouded by my handsome

my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear. And before my body's even cold he's wearin' my pajamas, Layin' up in my bed with my crown on his head

the dads. Who are in the streets or the corporate world trying to feed the entire family. Hats off respect. You see me? [Verse 1:] Grew up like most kids wishing to be like my

family of my own Cause the band's on stage and I'm late for my show There's folks who think my life is lacking Cause my time at home is usually spent

You've been my golden best friend now with post-demise at hand can't go to you for consolation cause we're off limits during this transition this grief

: You've been my golden best friend now with post-demise at hand can't go to you for consolation cause we're off limits during this transition this