Forever Malcolm Young

Said you were a friend of mine
Said you were a friend but you didn't take your medicine
That's why you tried to cut my balls off
You should have took your medicine
But there's a memory that I might have
Seen you somewhere before
I haven't tried too hard to remember if I
Should remember more

Seem in such a hurry there's an urgency that rings a bell
The haze is slowly lifting
God we used to hang out all the time
Used to be a friend but you
Didn't take your time or your medicine
Now would be the time to confess your sins
Didn't take your time or your medicine
Should have took your medicine

Then you started killing pets
Then you started killing
I didn't know what you meant
When you started killing pets
Should have took your medicine

Then you tried to fuck me up
Then you tried to fuck me
Hurt me with the cruelest cut
Wanted just to fuck me up
Used to be a friend of mine
I know it's cold and lonely outside
But you'd understand why

I don't let you in brandishing that weapon
Crossed a line, Used to be a friend
But you didn't take your medicine

Who's that guy running all over the place?
Hairy legs and hairy palms and a hairy face
Its true, yeah but who?
Hear him out at midnight howling up at the moon
Clawed fingers gripped around a bottle of goon,
Is it you? It can't be true
He's not a normal boy, he's on a mission to destroy
But all he manages to do is annoy
Leave a train wreck around him
Every time he goes to and town and when
The authorities wanna impound him
I bet you're glad you found him
Tell me who? What we gonna do?
Prowls the streets looking for his prey
Then disappears when the night turns into day
Are we doomed, every full moon
Leave a train wreck around him
Everytime he goes to town and when
The authorities wanna impound him
I bet you're glad you found him
Goon Wolf - Goon Wolf's out tonight
Here to confirm your own worst fears,
When tufts of hair sprout from his ears
Doesn't care about bourbon, bongs or beers;
Just wants to say cheers
Put away that bottle cup or glass, goblet,
Chalice or the hip flask
Happy drinking from the cask did you have to ask the...

Black teared desolation with my head held in my hands
Broken heart inside my chest, a sadness in my pants
Calmly contemplating kissing this cruel world goodbye
When I felt a certain reassuring hand upon my thigh
He said "How ya doing mate"
I can tell you're feeling blue
I'm gonna help you out coz I know I was once like you
Said I've suffered bleak emotions friend
You've got nothing to fear
Strapping up my arm as he whispered in my ear
You need some relaxation, some rest and recuperation
For fixing up the aching without love
You need someone to understand,
Touch your heart and hold your hand
You need a friend, and a lot of drugs
"Now you're feeling better,
Could you do something for me?
Tape this package to your leg, make a delivery
Swallow these balloons and get on the next flight
Try not to use the toilet till you reach the other side"
And customs love, for all the things that
I've been dreaming of a friendly hug, and a rubber glove
And a little bit of cash for the Indonesian judge

Never claimed to be a model citizen, but I'm getting by
Used to drink and once I ate a whole cigarette,
But now I'm doing fine
Had to work out life without religion as a crutch
But some people struggle, inner demons are too much
There's a message for them
Red wine and altar boys are no way
To relieve your troubled mind
As a teenager he longed for a family
Waited for a sign to tell him why
He didn't feel like the other guys
Not that way inclined
Assessed the options for repressing inner truth
Of being ostracized or turning to the cloth
Put your head in the sand
Red wine and altar boys are no way to relieve your
Troubled mind
No way to relieve your troubled mind
Twenty years of angry guilt and hypocrisy
Just to pass the time
Twenty victims and a government
Cover-up tow the party line
You fucked up innocence with holy blessings and the
Index finger of christ
And you prayed and it felt nice
And forgiveness is your god given right but
Red wine and altar boys are no way to relieve your
Troubled mind

I don't know but I got told, that if I'm sad, heart in the cold
There only the one bran of emotions
And if I don't quite look the part,
You'll tell me not to even start

So fuck you and your fuckin' emo band
Now I'm all for identity
The desperate need for a place to be
Understood well, feeling loved

But mixing exclusivity
That's three parts you and no parts we
Now your ego's getting out hand
Like Jesus at a show, I don't wanna know

Never stretched a helping hand
So fuck you and your fuckin' emo band
I fear it won't take long till that hillsong
Reaches me somehow, but if there's thing I despise

It's being fed those right wing lies
So fuck you and your fuckin' Christian band
I think it's cool they're not on drugs
The moral grounding and the hugs

And being friends with some god's son
But when no-one questions anything,
Use the word for financial gain
Then somethings gotten way out of hand

Like Jesus at a show, I don't wanna know
"never build your house on sand"
And fuck you and your fuckin' Christian band
Emotions have been sold

It's only Rock and Roll
You're no better than your fans
Fuck you and your fuckin' emo
Faith is in some dodgy hands

Fuck you and your fuckin' Christian
If this is too hard on you,my band's fuckin' stupid too
Fuck you and your fuckin' punk rock, retro,
Indie cock rock stupid band...

Used to see that good things were in everything around
Resting deep in middle class you never took it up the are
And always had it comfortable as everybody should
You might have forgot your PIN but your sister is not on

Heroin Its been a long time since you were 13
And you walked outside and thought that things were cool

Problems, you got so much problems
You got so much nothing problems
You got so much nothing

Been a long time since you were 13
And you walked outside and thought that things were cool

It's the wrong time to sit and cry by yourself
When you didn't end up going to indo as a mule
Write dumb poetry and make your face look sad
Think that Brian Molko has the answers from placebo
But he's just another millionaire who knows his life is good
He makes a dollar 20 every time you feel misunderstood

Its been a long time since you were 13
And you walked outside and thought that things were cool

Oh, oh, oh, Problems
It's the wrong time in the right part of town
And you don't give a shit about a foreigner dead
But when your mate breaks up with the girl next door
Then you feign concern cause you think things are cool

Been a long time since you were 13
And you walked and thought that things were cool

It's the right time to admit to yourself
That you're top of the pile and you've changed into a fool
Been a long time since and internet scam took second
Place to a massacred town
If you looked outside of the cage that you've built for
Yourself in your mind
Would you think that you were cool?