I'll be your lover, your friend, or your slave
If you promise not to beat me with a microwave.
And I'll help you move, if it's ot too far,
If you agree not to hit me with your Fender guitar.
All of this, I will do for you, and even more,
'Cuz after all we're friends, and that's what friends are for,
So I'll be here for you,to my very last breath
But friends do not beat each other to death.
So just keep your meth-head rage on the shelf
Or I'll be the one to say,
Go fuck yourself.