You sold out your friend to save your own skin
Your name is now soiled to you and your kin
You betrayed the trust; you sold out your soul
Your scheme was successful; you scored your sick goal
No one respects you, even your pals the police
Your life now is running, you’ll never sleep in peace
I watched you in court lying to my face
Now I’m in prison, preparing my case
How could you do it? You coward, you rat
You’re an insect that’s all a bloodthirsty gnat
This is my reward for being your mate
But id rather be in prison than have your fate.
One day, one day
What comes around?