A Friend Of Mine - Orden Ogan

He called himself a friend of mine

All he did was digging in the dirt

He called himself a friend all the time

I didn’t believe in any word

All of the lies and the spite you believe in

Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief

He called himself a man of the mind

All he did was waste all of our time

Truly he was the blindest of the blind

Another sample of a growing kind

All of the lies and the spite you believe in

Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief

And as he fell he lordly closes his eyes

As always waiting for the one

Some helping hand — a friend of his lies

But this time there was another outcome

When he got up on his knees again

Crying for help like a little child

He raised his head and took around

Completely alone but still running wild

All of the lies and the spite you believe in

Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief