Best Friend

Ain't never been much of the church type

But I believe in the last days

I walk through Hell almost every night

But I believe it's a pathway

Say boy, what you doin' with your life

With those tattoos on your face?

Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price

Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way

 

To the father son and holy spirit

I hold you nearest

My best friend, best friend

Let the trumpets blow with your appearance

I can almost hear it

My best friend, best friend

When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics

I got a best friend, best friend

Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

 

Play: www.youtube.com/watch?v=it_04dk_97E

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