Rare Americans
I’ve Got A Friend In You

The heat beats down, in the tough part of town
The worst part of doing drugs is the waiting around
Curbside lookin' to the sky for a message of hope
Gotta be more to this world than just beer and dope

I'd sooner drive Zamboni than be a fucking phony
Or a sellout, or suck up, or some old man's crony
It's funny to me being judged by people who don't even know me
It's hard to find a friend in life, cheers, true homies

This one goes off to every kid who fell off the wagon
For the mutants, the misfits, the dungeons and the dragons

It's not what you havе, it's not what you have
It's not what you have, but who
I gotta friend, I gotta friеnd
I gotta friend in you
It's not what you have, it's not but who
I gotta friend, I gotta friend in you

There's no in-between, you know after one taste
You either got the drinking gene or you ain't
How's a guy to feel in the rat race?
The world's a wicked, unruly, and unjust place

This one goes off to every kid who fell off the wagon
For the mutants, the misfits, the dungeons and the dragons
It's not what you have, it's not what you have
It's not what you have, but who
I gotta friend, I gotta friend
I gotta friend in you
It's not what you have, it's not but who
I gotta friend, I gotta friend in you
I gotta friend, I gotta friend in you