Read in the paper

"How to get a narcissist into video games"


Read in the paper 'bout a man killed with a sword
And that made my think of my friend George
People said the man was five foot six
Sounds like Georgie with his killing stick

Hey bro, what's the woid?
I'm talking 'bout my friend George
Hey bro, what's the word?
Talking 'bout my friend George
You're talking 'bout my friend George!

I knew George since he was eight
I always thought that he was great
And anything that George would do
You know that I would do it too
George liked music and George liked to fight
He worked out in a downtown gym every night
I'd spar with him when work was done
We'd split lips, but it was all in fun


Next thing I hear, George's got this stick
He's using it for more than kicks
I seen him down at Smalley's bar
He was wired up, I tried to calm him down
"Avenge yourself," he says to me
"Avenge yourself for humanity
Avenge yourself for the weak and the poor
Stick it to these guys, right through their heads
Well, the fight is my music and the stick is my sword
And you know that I love you, so please don't say a word
Can't you hear the music playing? The anthem, it's my call"
And the last I seen of George he was running through the door

-Lou Reed (My Friend George, New Sensations, 1984)