Joe in you, my buddy be

Stay with me when I fall and die

Always thought you'd come rushing in

Clear the shit out of my eye

Joe in you, my buddy be

Lay my enemies out in lines

Come in close now I'll wash your feet

With my hair I'll mop them dry

With my hair I'll mop them dry

Something over there I do not like

There's no use in wondering

Joe you be my buddy please

In this hell and dead-locked time

When I'm trusting that head-ache tree

Cut me down with your silver knife

Cut me down with your silver knife

Something over there I do not like

There's no use in wondering