Read in the paper bout a man killed with a sword And that made my think of my friend george People said the man was five foot six Sounds like george with his killing stick Hey bro, whats the word Talkin bout my friend george Hey bro, whats the word Talkin bout my friend george You talkin bout my friend george I knew george since hes eight I always thought that he was great And anything that george would do You know that I would do it too George liked music and george liked to fight He worked out in a downtown gym every night Id spar with him when work was done We split lips but it was all in fun Hey bro, whats the word You talkin bout my friend george Hey bro, whats the word Talkin bout my friend george Talkin bout my friend george Next thing I hear georges got this stick Hes using it for more than kicks I seen him down at smalleys bar He was wired up, I tried to calm him down Avenge yourself he says to me Avenge yourself for humanity Avenge yourself for the weak and the poor Stick it to these guys right through their heads Well, the fight is my music, the stick is my sword And you know that I love you, so please dont say a word Cant you hear the music playing, the anthem, its my call And the last I seen of george was him Running through the door, I says - Hey bro, whats the word Talkin bout my friend george Hey bro, whats the word You talkin bout my friend george Talkin bout my friend george Hey bro, whats the word You talkin bout my friend george Hey bro, whats the word What me saying bout my friend george Hey bro, whats the word Hear you talkin bout my friend george Hey bro, whats the word I hear talkin bout my friend george
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