Issue No 143 My Friend Chris Lyrics


My Friend Chris by Issue No. 143

He said that I once told
Was to my parents a 10 years old
And I told something that it mattered
Not so...crucifixes
Me and my best friend Chris
We built our alibis from bricks

When we were questioned
We just read our scripts
I didn't do it

The first crime I did
Was theft with my friend Chris
We packed our bags with toilet paper
Bars of soap and egg containers
And we targeted every one
Whoever seemed to do us wrong
Oh,I don't know how the tide turned the sun

And maybe Einstein can't express
The formula of mysteries of time
I lost the time
And maybe Kafka was a writer
But I was feeling
Like my name was senseless

In the first night when I got my...
With my friend Chris
We stole my mother's bottle of vodka
Mixed it with some cans of Fresco
And we learned how our parents lived
And we found out that we were good at it
They meet me at the bottom
Or in between

And maybe Einstein can't express
The formula of mystery of time
I lost the time
And maybe Kafka was a writer
But I was feeling
Like my name was senseless
So see you in hell


I'll see you when I see you
I'll see you when I see you
I'll see you when I see you
I'll see you in hell
I'll see you when I see you
I'll see you in hell
I'll see you when I see you

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