This is the last time
I think I'll do a favor
For a friend.
This is the last time
Because these favors
Always seem to end
With me running around,
Me calling around,
And getting nothing done.
But still I'll run
I'll run and run and run.
Getting nothing done.
I pulled the strings.
Gave you what they were offering.
I called the shots.
And changed them to what you want.
I got things aligned.
And changed them when things went awry.
I put all I had into this.
And I end up with naught but feeling pissed
But still I'll run
I'll run and run and run.
Getting nothing done.
What you want?
What you want from me?
I should say something
But f**k it, that's not me.
These silly words
I'll write them down for me.
Then, when I confront you
The damned offense you'll never see.
This is the last time
I think I'll do a favor
For a friend.
This is the last time
Because these favors
Always seem to end
With me running around,
Me calling around,
And getting nothing done.
Today, I say that I'm done.
No more favors, not for anyone.
But I know the next friend that asks
I'll be helping them out, bustin my a*s.