My friend Larry was very beautiful
He was a high school champion
He played a Les Paul, he always stood tall
He was afraid of nothing

One night we went for a walk, all the way down south, high
We were the secret conscious of men
We were the key to the city
We tried every door just to see which one would open

We were on a long, we were on a long walk
We were on a long, we were on a long walk

At around 3 am, some hillbilly fuck
With nunchucks outside the supermarket
He took off his shirt like he wanted to fight
Like he was justice or dumbass version of it

Oh but Larry would not run, he said
"I know what this is, I'm not butter for any man's knife
And if you run away, then you run away from your life"

We were on a long, we were on a long walk
We were on a long, we were on a long walk

You don't need to be brave
If you can always outrun your foe
But if you run away then he's got you
And he'll never let you go
We were on a long, we were on a long walk
We were on a long, we were on a long walk