Lou Reed - My Friend George Lyrics
Read in the paper bout a man killed with a swordAnd that made my think of my friend georgePeople said the man was five foot sixSounds like george with his killing stickHey bro, whats the wordTalkin bout my friend georgeHey bro, whats the wordTalkin bout my friend georgeYou talkin bout my friend georgeI knew george since hes eightI always thought that he was greatAnd anything that george would doYou know that I would do it tooGeorge liked music and george liked to fightHe worked out in a downtown gym every nightId spar with him when work was doneWe split lips but it was all in funHey bro, whats the wordYou talkin bout my friend georgeHey bro, whats the wordTalkin bout my friend georgeTalkin bout my friend georgeNext thing I hear georges got this stickHes using it for more than kicksI seen him down at smalleys barHe was wired up, I tried to calm him downAvenge yourself he says to meAvenge yourself for humanityAvenge yourself for the weak and the poorStick it to these guys right through their headsWell, the fight is my music, the stick is my swordAnd you know that I love you, so please dont say a wordCant you hear the music playing, the anthem, its my callAnd the last I seen of george was himRunning through the door, I says -Hey bro, whats the wordTalkin bout my friend georgeHey bro, whats the wordYou talkin bout my friend georgeTalkin bout my friend georgeHey bro, whats the wordYou talkin bout my friend georgeHey bro, whats the wordWhat me saying bout my friend georgeHey bro, whats the wordHear you talkin bout my friend georgeHey bro, whats the wordI hear talkin bout my friend george
