Some Friends - Frustration

I can’t feel it 'til I’m in concrete

Check plastic stuff, if nothing fits, too late

His harmony murders so deep in the force

But it was an utter obsession

Steal asylum’s paintings and some books to burn

Onwards belief well that’s a hoax

Get your fears kid, have some shame for proof

Eric’s had tea in my bathroom

(?) in my bedroom

My tongue stuck to your body like it was froze

(?) 'til I have sex with you

Some friends

Have a secret

That it is a bit hard to explain

They don’t need

Or do anything

(?) to live in vain

Eric’s had tea in my bathroom

(?) in my bedroom

My tongue stuck to your body like it was froze

(?) 'til I have sex with you

Some friends

Have a secret

That it is a bit hard to explain

They don’t need

Or do anything

(?) to live in vain