Lyrics

i'm not the kind to kill the messenger
when faced with all his lies
but i've been known
to shed a tear or two
when the truth finally arrives
you better count your money
you better count your money out quick
you better count your money
you better count your money out quick
'cause paying for those poor boys
is sure to get you sick now
paying for those poor boys
is sure to get you sick
paying for those poor boypaying for those poor boys
is sure to get you sick
i'm not the one who turned a blind eye to
shelter his shaking soul
but i turned my back
when things went black
in the bottom of that hole
you need to find you a friend
you need to find you a friend no matter what it costs
you need to find you a friend
you need to find you a friend no matter what it cost
'cause playing with those rich girls
is sure to leave you lost boys
playing with those rich girls
is sure to leave you lost
playing with with those rich girls
playing with those rich girls
is sure to leave you lost
put your money where your mouth is
don't you keep it in your fist
you gonna come crawling
you gonna come back calling out my name now darling
you gonna come crawling
you gonna come back calling out my name now darling
but until then
i need to find me a friend
i need to find me a friend one that i can't afford
i need to find me a friend
i need to find me a friend one that i can't afford
'cause laying in the same bed is sure to leave you bored now
laying in the same bed is sure to leave you bored
laying in the same bed
laying in the same bed
is sure to leave you bored
you gonna come crawling
you gonna come crawling back calling out my name now darling
you gonna come crawling
you gonna come back