Letras: The Casket Lottery. Trust Nolan.

You may have saved your name,
but I know exactly how you hurt.
Don't lie, come clean.
If you can't trust your friends
who will hold up your head?
I'll smash them for you (your aches).
I'll bend them over my knee
and send the better halves back
by mouths of bears and eagles beak
and when I calm I'll claim reponsibility.
My friend you're worth defending to me,
so don't lie, come clean