I know this guy with an agenda to his name He calls himself my friend, but I don't want to know him, no, no He'll be the first to step upon my wounded knee He's done it more than times than not, every time we meet And when I'm up, he's always by my side, yeah, sidling, sidling But when I'm not, he's like the sharp end of the dullest knife end My blood's his business and he's pretty successful He sucks me dry, it's a wonder I'm alive He strikes harder as we go Attribute it to age and my metabolism's strike I feel like coming back again Roll with the punches in the morning He whispers things to me that I already know Instilling fear inside the deepest and the dark parts of my soul I've gotta get ahead, I'd rather not instead I'll just sit back and watch everybody else He strikes harder as we go Attribute it to age and my metabolism's strike I feel like coming back again Roll with the punches in the morning