Please come in and sit down
And don’t mind the messy house
My friends have some troubles
They don’t like to clean up stuff
DON’T TOUCH THAT! I mean they
Don’t want those hair clippings
To be messed with, and those stains on
The carpet just won’t come out
The markings and calls adorning of my walls
Are by my buddies, with markers, except when the words are red

You may not see but I’ve got many friends
I’ve got so many friends
Why don’t you meet my friends? (not crazy)
You don’t believe but I’ve got many friends
I’ve got so many friends
Why can’t you see my friends? (not crazy)

They whisper to me
They encourage me
They understand me
They command me
They confide in me
They revitalize me
They understand me
They command me
They like to take photos, yeah most are
Of females while they’re sleeping
It’s artful to take scissors and cut out their eyes
Don’t mind the doll heads
And limbs with red paint and knives
Stuck in them… that’s one of
Their hobbies I can’t explain
Don’t touch those bags, my friends would probably get mad
But you’ll soon know why they’re needed… it’s time to take out the trash

You don’t believe but I’ve got many friends
I’ve got so many friends
Why don’t you meet my friends? (not crazy)
You don’t believe but I’ve got many friends
I’ve got so many friends
Why can’t you see my friends? (not crazy)

They whisper to me
They encourage me
They understand me
They command me
They confide in me
They revitalize me
They understand me
They command me