You ain’t no friend-o’-mine
With your hands tripped in twine
With your smile dripped and dry
In the cold roll of January
I looked and spoke you to me
Frost fell and ice died
I really wish you was alive
Our meeting was empty with cold
Mighty bright with winter sun
Ten years I wanted to know
All you gave me was snow
You ain’t no friend-o’-mine
With your eyes full of wine
With your bones spilled and spied
You ain’t no friend-o’-mine
With your touch of rhyme
With your canvas lipstick mind
With your tongue on a vine
With your friends on the line