Servants and doormats that's what we all are While we clean up your floors and serve drinks in your bars While we work with your kids and we fix what you break We might let it loose and repeat that mistake The one when I think "you've been friendly To me so I might as well give you a chance" I will have one more box under my Christmas Tree and the illusion I found a good friend ♪ I still recall when you came to my show At the end of the night we were nothing but bros After months of back pats, "Call me Max" or "Lori" And a million broken promises I realized I was constantly losing a war 'Cause good friends don't pay debts anymore ♪ So, lie to your boss, call in sick everyday Steal pens, staple guns and gasoline No one's indispensable, wait for me here And beware of the dogs and the breeze 'Cause winter's going to be mean