you're an indian taker stealing homes from the natives give them what you've forsaken ills for the medicine disease for the cure you lose you debts if you pay them some old painful arrangement blood stains on the pavement "friendship" is only an english word (chorus:) but i heard stories are better than money and i've got legs you can break over coffee or tea i'll pull myself apart or together and meet you at the usual place where you'll beat the shit out of me you told me a secret everyone knows the secret god help me to keep it law of the city: the weak will survive (chorus) freedom's the burden of riches burning with stars and witches flags fall apart at the stitches there's a man selling calm down on jefferson street (chorus)