Andy, let’s make this a good one No more fucking around Let’s give 'em a reason to turn this record up loud 'Cause I'm tired of listening to music It all sounds the same to me now I’ve already heard everything that they’re singing about Sometimes I think about Elvis How cool it would be to be king Drowning in pussy, so full of shit you can’t breath There’s a portrait of young Marlon Brando Tattooed to the top of my arm With that classically tragic American magic and charm When he danced his last tango in Paris As a miserable mess of a man Ruined by love or the idea of, I began to understand How the price of this terrible freedom We thought was in such high demand Eats through your flags as your confidence sags Till you’re shrouded in shadow Lonely and morbidly fat You had a real good run You had a lot of fun Whatever you become now that it’s over That’s up to you Something is happening here and you don’t know what it is There’s changes in the weather, there’s lightning on the ridge And somebody somewhere says this is the end My beautiful friend My beautiful friend My beautiful friend