My man Syd
Oh
You're gonna play at my house
You're going to share
'Cause it's getting very cold out
Although you don't care about you
I know it's unfair to doubt you
Liar
In the wicked game that you play
The rules are unfair
It's not the thing that you say
You're friends all swear they doubt you
They don't really care about you
Mi hombre Syd
Oh
Vas a tocar en mi casa
Vas a compartir
Porque está haciendo mucho frío afuera
Aunque no te importa
Sé que es injusto dudar de ti
Mentiroso
En el mal juego que juegas
Las reglas son injustas
No es lo que dices
Tus amigos todos juran dudar de ti
Realmente no les importas