Friends Like You

With friends like you
 I could throw away my TV
 'Cause I got it all in spades now
 All triumph and tragedy
 And when as a kid with a pocket knife
 Like a stone from a distance thrown
 It's a gamblers trick, it's a pain in the dick
 Must have brought it on myself somehow
 Hey!
 With friends like you
 With friends like you
 It's a wonder why a guy gets bent
 You gotta fine, fine way
 Of draggin' the clouds underneath the sun
 And those darkened sun suit tea bag cologne
 And sympathy toasts you all alone
 You pick me up like a second-hand coat
 Spit and shine, a Friday night
 But the things you forget hang around like a bet
 You're safe 'til they notice the price, price!
 With friends like you
 With friends like you
 It's a wonder why a guy gets bent
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 Yeah, when you're raining on the parades
 Down in the piss stain with a champagne
 You got it?
 When you thought she's holding
 You like she means it
 You hold her by the hand
 Take you somewhere nice and quiet
 When you thought she's holding
 You like she means it
 'Cause when the going gets tough
 She'll kick you in the nuts
 And watch your Christmas list whither and die (die)
 Die! (Die)
 With friends like you
 With friends like you
 With a French IQ
 It's a wonder why a guy gets bent