Grumpy’s

Lyrics

They reduce me to somebody's partner That's something I hate Minimize all the things that you offer Like you're scraps on a plate See you spinning around in a horrible place Where your friends aren't your friends anymore We all have the cards, they're just lost in our pockets We're picking up change and the shit that they toss us We all have the cards, you'll see Don't let them bring you there Don't let them cut your hair Don't let them bring you there Don't let them cut your hair Don't let them bring you there Don't let them cut your hair Was I your friend or your drinking buddy? First call or the understudy? Was I your friend or your drinking buddy? First call or the understudy? Was I your friend or your drinking buddy? First call or the understudy? But I got real good friends on the weekends You got some real good friends on the weekends You got some real good friends on the weekends And then they're gone And then they're gone Was I your friend or your drinking buddy? First call or the understudy? And then they're gone Was I your friend or your drinking buddy? First call or the understudy? And then they're gone Was I your friend or your drinking buddy? First call or the understudy? And then they're gone Was I your friend or your drinking buddy? First call or the understudy? And then they're gone