Amigos — текст песни (Victims Family)

It`s just that little shred of doubt you choose, that something I left out
you use to get your way because you say you didn`t spell it out.
Or the simple lack o` proof that makes for a perfect lame excuse your
nose grows and grows do you suppose I know you`re two quarts low
on truth.
Oh, the things you put me through, a friendship built on guilt. To
entertain you out of pity, to just to shut you up.
No there`s nothing wrong, let`s go have some fun. A smoke to break
the ice, maybe I`m just too fuckin` nice...
Oh, the things you put me through, to bring me down to your level.
Just to make things tolerable, in hopes of something better.
But I don`t see the change, and you don`t think it`s needed. So one
more lie for the road, gee I hate to see you go.