My friend, shall I call you betrayer?
Running away from a soldier on the cross
Goodbye, so long
Who really needs ya
When every good luck song
Just seems to confusing
You really got it so bad
You're taking one more step back
And the clown keeps coming around
Like a dead comrade
You really got it so bad
Now you got time for your poor companions
Another bottle for the sad eyed kid
You just remind me of some dead magician
Without a trick needing to be hid
Farewell, so long
I'll be seeing ya
Sometimes it works out wrong past the scenery
You really had it so rough
You never been quite good enough
And the bar is a lonely taste
Of what can be left of us
You really got it so bad
You're taking one more step back
And the clown keeps coming around
Like a dead comrade
You really got it so bad