They're always calling late at night
To tell me troubles, whine 'bout life
Like I'm supposed to give advice

But when the shit happens to me
And I need some help to get thru it
Where are those bastards tha should be here?

And now's my turn to ask you force and help, just once
You'll all runaway, will just be crawling like a runt

You're so called friends (4x)