Cypress broke all my toys
Now Spider Man's dead and Superman's head is in the bushes
And I can't find Boba Fett
I got all so annoyed
I said this is the end no we are not friends anymore
I don't want to play with you
It doesn't make sense to me
It didn't make sense to you
What kind of friend to me
Are you?
Brendan really was mad
My pen exploded all over his third ed player's handbook
And I had to give it back
I stormed out very sad
When I slammed the door the glass hit the floor in little pieces
I decided to run away
It doesn't make sense to me
It didn't make sense to you
What kind of friend to you
Am I?
The junkyard dogs they're always attacking me
They tear my flesh from me
Will they ever let me be?
Oh no
Brian broke down my door
I came home from work to find paper and shirts littering my room
He'd turned it upside down
Looking for money for junk
He gave me his paycheck so he wouldn't buy crack because it's bad for him
But he couldn't hold out no more
I left on the same day
Hopped on a train never to remain in Windy city
With this guitar on my back
It doesn't make sense to me