All My Friends

[Verse 1]
All my friends are made of glass
Some I break and some I pass
By 3 a.m., we all get trashed
But all my friends are made of glass
And all my friends are doing fine
While I lock my door and shut my blinds
I start to slowly die inside
But all my friends are doing fine

[Chorus]
Hallelujah, Lord above
Won't you spare some mercy for your wayward son?
For your wayward son

[Verse 2]
And all my friends have fancy names
Our pedigree just ain't the same
My Royal Crown's a crown of shame
But all my friends have fancy names
And all my friends are stuck on you
And I hate to say that I am too
I said I get rowdy 'til I shook the blues
And damn their God, I'm still stuck on you

[Chorus]
Hallelujah, Lord above
Won't you spare some mercy for your wayward son?
For your wayward son

[Verse 3]
I'm burying my friend today
With bloodshot eyes and a withered vein
He was twenty-five, it's a goddamn shame
That I'm burying my friend today
And I'm afraid that I might die the same
And all these months might be in vain
My mama shouldn't have to see my grave
I'll be damned if I'm gonna die the same
Damned if I'm gonna die the same

[Chorus]
Hallelujah, Lord above
Won't you spare some mercy for your wayward son?
Wayward son
For your wayward son