Testo What Remains

My blue heart has been treated so bad
for a time I thought about getting mad
maybe I'm a menace to every honest lad
but I won't let any bastard pass my door
no more no more no
people came around smelling the cash
they came as friends with a moneyfuckerflash
unaware of my famous blacklash but in the back of my head I don't forget
don't forget don't forget no
when friends and foes are the same
then something's wrong and I
know quite well what remains
just my band
ain't it funny to see all these friends
guys I like with mad lament for amends
do they think our empty wallets were pretence
or do we loo klike we are noble decent
nobel nobel no
refrain