I'm here sitting in the same old room Shes out swinging at the pale moon I guess I knew that ship was sailing soon Here I am again with you my friend Guess we should of walked into town instead You act like I'm trying to raise the dead Oh severed head You dont make no sence Sometimes I just wish that I could find some real friends Your not never going to make things clear Shes still gone and I'm still here Soon enough I guess it dissapears Better take care of that old shop ham It'll get icky if the weather goes bad Tell me something I can understand Oh severed head You dont make no sence Sometimes I just wish that I could find some real friends Same as the verse Oh severed head You ain't got what it is You dont have no heart that she can rip with no regrets Sometimes I just wish that I could find some real friends