"My Friend Fred" lyrics

"My Friend Fred"

He used to handle snakes in Church
Perfect hair and a starched white shirt
Now he's got a hold of something
He can't drop like a copperhead
There's a monster living inside
My friend Fred

He's hanging out in trailers with junk out in the yard
Running with people that don't know how to park
Don't let him talk you into
Buying Sudafed
There's a monster living inside
My friend Fred

I know somewhere in there is a brother
A brother as gentle as a lamb
But the last time that we saw each other
He was nowhere to be found

He's shaking and baking out on Chisholm Road
But the poison that he's making is eating at his soul
He's lying and he's stealing
Cause that demon must be fed
There's a monster living inside
My friend Fred

I know somewhere in there is a brother
A brother as gentle as a lamb
But the last time that we saw each other
He was nowhere to be found

He's lost his wife and baby a good job at TVA
Got a Mama that enables and an old man that he blames
He's looking like an extra
On the walking dead
There's a monster living inside
My friend Fred


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