Get out I won't even listen

I can't hear a single word you say

Enough of your intimidation

Don't tell me 'bout the price I pay

Take off don't want your kind of trouble

Don't want to see you hangin' 'round my place

It's late and here's the situation

I never want to see your face



You just drag me down

And I've got the scars to show

I think you oughta know



[Chorus]

You got the best of me

Mister Friendly

You got the best of me



Don't ask can't promise any favors

Don't want to owe you in anything again

Bad luck it's your occupation

Can't you see you are your own worst friend

I'm gone the masquerade is over

I'm cashin' in the silver tray

So long I can't buy this evil game you play



You just drag me down

And I've got the scars to show

I think you oughta know



[Chorus]



He's standing in your way

You smile like it's okay

Knowing you'll show him somehow

You're running out of time

Too late to change your mind

No one can save you now



[Chorus]

Writer : S. LUKATHER, D. PAICH, F. FREDERIKSEN, J. PROCARO, M. PORCARO
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group