Ain`t No Friend O´Mine - The Black League

Dog-gone soul is better off dead now

Hear my words and hang your heads down

Flames are growin' higher, higher…

We’re caught down in a ring of fire…

Goin' down, goin' down…

I do it once

Or maybe twice

Then leave you begging like a good dog

Flames are growin' higher, higher…

We’re caught down in a ring of fire

Just like I told you before

And now you know it’s for real

A little thing you should now:

Is that you ain’t no friend of nine

Burn your house and steal your car

Kick your dog and take your pretty wife

Flames are growin'…

Stalk your kids and poison your cat

Tell your papa you’re a faggot

Flames are growin'