White Stripes, The - A Boy's Best Friend

I just dont fit in this place



Their thoughts cast me out of here

Their home has run out of space

My minds already out of here

Wont you come along, dear?

Wont you come along?

Words that are spoke alone

Phrases you will never hear

Empty rooms and a telephone

That I will never use

Never fear

I am all alone, dear

I am all alone

My dogs come sit next to me

A pack of dogs and cigarettes

My only friends speak no words to me

But they look at me and they dont forget

That a boys best friend

Is his mother or whatever has become his pet