Maxamillion

(illegible) on the back of your best friend

Take me down he says

Not much here, and not much in my head

Too far gone, he says

Nothin' there, better off than dead

(illegible) everything you said

Thanks a million, Maxamillian

Your clothes look fine on me instead

They say clothes won't make the man

But they help me get ahead, ahead...

Tie an anchor around my leg

And pull me into sea

I remember the day we met

And the last thing you said to me

Come home way past 3AM

Don't want anybody's help

Hates his life, hates himself

More than anybody else

Thanks a million, Maxamillian

Your clothes look fine on me instead

They say clothes won't make the man

But they help me get ahead, ahead...