A friend of mine grows his very own brambles
They twist all around him till he cant' move
Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles
What is my friend trying to prove?
He boosters a tall gentle boy to a terrible totem
And the kids gather round trying to see what's inside
I think when he's drinking he's drowning some riot.
What is my friend trying to hide?
Cause it's breaking my heart, breaking my heart.
And it's breaking my heart to pull at the reign.
Brother of mine don't run with those fuckers.
When will my friend start singing again?
When will my friend... start singing again?