The Black League

Ain't No Friend O' Mine

The Black League


Dog-gone soul is better off dead now 
Hear my words and hang your heads down 
Flames are growin' higher, higher... 
We're caught down in a ring of fire... 

Goin' down, goin' down... 

I do it once 
Or maybe twice 
Then leave you begging like a good dog 

Flames are growin' higher, higher... 
We're caught down in a ring of fire 

Just like I told you before 
And now you know it's for real 
A little thing you should now: 
Is that you ain't no friend of nine 

Burn your house and steal your car 
Kick your dog and take your pretty wife 
Flames are growin'... 

Stalk your kids and poison your cat 
Tell your papa you're a faggot 
Flames are growin'