(illegible) on the back of your best friend
Take me down he says
Not much here, and not much in my head
Too far gone, he says
Nothin' there, better off than dead
(illegible) everything you said
Thanks a million, Maxamillian
Your clothes look fine on me instead
They say clothes won't make the man
But they help me get ahead, ahead...
Tie an anchor around my leg
And pull me into sea
I remember the day we met
And the last thing you said to me
Come home way past 3AM
Don't want anybody's help
Hates his life, hates himself
More than anybody else
Thanks a million, Maxamillian
Your clothes look fine on me instead
They say clothes won't make the man
But they help me get ahead, ahead...