| Song | Friends |
| Artist | The Step Kings |
| Album | Let's Get It On |
| I don’t blame you, if you want to | |
| Stand outside us, and wreck our new thing | |
| I put time in, when you just sucked it out | |
| Forget about my hardened wood you piece of shit | |
| It goes on and on | |
| Bait it and kill it, but never overfill it, you save it all for another time | |
| Use it, destroy it, and frequently annoy it, your method | |
| Completely out of line | |
| It feels like a very long time ago | |
| Since I felt like a man with my pants fitting fine | |
| But now that you’re here I’m becoming more aware | |
| That your holding my balls and your squeezing them tight | |
| Try to confuse me, ‘cause your way to fake it break it down | |
| Our fling is for something, the less you try is fly when done | |
| I don’t need a thing, from you or your wise-ass friends | |
| It hurts to think out loud, collect it all and pay me later | |
| Wrapped around you, I don’t think so | |
| Spare one extra drop, of your fucked up attitude | |
| Just when I thought, everything was fine and dandy | |
| Forget about my hardened wood you piece of shit, it goes on and on | |
| A lie, a lie, I’m sick of all the lies and the cries that are ruining my health | |
| A crime, a crime, a filthy fucking crime this is worse than I thought I’d ever felt | |
| It feels like a very long time ago | |
| Since I felt like a man and was sure of myself | |
| But now that you’re here I becoming more aware | |
| That your holding my balls and they’re up on your shelf | |
| I don’t need a thing, from you or your wise-ass friends |
| I don' t blame you, if you want to | |
| Stand outside us, and wreck our new thing | |
| I put time in, when you just sucked it out | |
| Forget about my hardened wood you piece of shit | |
| It goes on and on | |
| Bait it and kill it, but never overfill it, you save it all for another time | |
| Use it, destroy it, and frequently annoy it, your method | |
| Completely out of line | |
| It feels like a very long time ago | |
| Since I felt like a man with my pants fitting fine | |
| But now that you' re here I' m becoming more aware | |
| That your holding my balls and your squeezing them tight | |
| Try to confuse me, ' cause your way to fake it break it down | |
| Our fling is for something, the less you try is fly when done | |
| I don' t need a thing, from you or your wiseass friends | |
| It hurts to think out loud, collect it all and pay me later | |
| Wrapped around you, I don' t think so | |
| Spare one extra drop, of your fucked up attitude | |
| Just when I thought, everything was fine and dandy | |
| Forget about my hardened wood you piece of shit, it goes on and on | |
| A lie, a lie, I' m sick of all the lies and the cries that are ruining my health | |
| A crime, a crime, a filthy fucking crime this is worse than I thought I' d ever felt | |
| It feels like a very long time ago | |
| Since I felt like a man and was sure of myself | |
| But now that you' re here I becoming more aware | |
| That your holding my balls and they' re up on your shelf | |
| I don' t need a thing, from you or your wiseass friends |