Your friends are made for great things
Theyre paid for waiting
For weekends, for sleep and for mating.
Theyre fresh from college casinos
Pretty sure that they know that we know what they know.
When they fall will they have a say?
Carried on whims or just swept up and then thrown away
Theyre splintered and put back together again
But theyre lost and theyre lacking and theyre all of your friends
All of your friends
Your friends came to see me
Woke me at half three
Said they had something I needed to see
Cuts and capers they made the papers
The type-face was white, ace and day-savers
With that comes your only hope
Its chalked up as this slippery slope
And if you make this all up well its hard to defend
The red road to ruin for all of your friends
All of your friends.
If we know its a fools game
Cant we call it by its name?
So we separate kitsch from camp
Red ringed, then researched, then rubber-stamped.
Cause theyre queuing to burn you
And if its lifestyle well when did lifestyle concern you?
While were all at it its fun to pretend were participants me, you and
All of your friends
All of your friends
All of your friends
All of your friends