If you've got a friend that you want messed up   Just meet me on the corner by the Tail Of The Pup   I'll be there soon if you'll wait a while   It'll be just one punch for my « patients (patience?) »   And a drawer full of dirty shirts   We'll find out just who hurts 'cause      Chorus:   Bing can't walk   Bob broke both his legs   Bing can't walk   Bob broke both his legs      You're the one that I'll remember most of all tonight   Someone let go of my string, I'm fallin' down like a broken kite   Who's to say, and who's to know they don't know what I know   There's something out there floatin' free   Anything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's tree      Chorus repeat       Like a punch in the face or a kick in the groin   There's nothin' goin' down goin' down but the dollar and the coin      Greasy little fingers point to ugly little lies   Hide them in a hope chest in an attic in Van Nuys   Trusted friendships can go sour betrayal in the midnight hour   Just remember I hate to lose         There's something out there floatin' free   Anything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's tree 'cause      Bing can't walk   Bing can't walk      Chorus repeat       A touch of sin could break your back   Or scramble up your eggs      But then I've got a personal code   I just hit 'em on the head, throw 'em in a trunk,   And then I drive on down the road   Ha.