A weirdo* (myself) tells about his life and friendship with a bum...They drink wine in parks, and talk crap on life...Bum`s advice is to acknowledge how rich you are with two arms, two legs and a breathing life...
Lyrics
Dont you forget
My friend Matt
If you don't exist
NOBody exists
Don't you see
My friend
How rich you are
If you are not here
There is no one here
No one to care
No one to love
No one to hate
Don't you see
My friend
How rich you are
