| All My Friends |
|---|
| All my friends are dead |
| Their corpses lie in beds |
| They married young to anyone that was stupid enough to wed |
| All my friends have passed |
| May their memories last |
| They bought a home via mortgage loan to make them look the part |
| Ahhhhh |
| I’m a mess that should be clean |
| Ahhhhh |
| Born a child |
| And it’s terminal |
| Born a child |
| And it’s terminal |
| And it’s terminal |
| All my friends now rot |
| Their pens have lost the plot |
| But Friday comes with substance fun so the weekdays can be forgot. |
| All I want to do is dream |
| Ahhhhh |
| Born a child |
| And it’s terminal |
| Born a child |
| And it’s terminal |
| And it’s terminal |
| I can’t be like them |
| I can’t be my parents |
| I can’t be like a them |
| I can’t be my parents |
| Born a child |
| And it’s terminal |
| Born a child |
| And it’s terminal |
| Born a child |
| And it’s terminal |
| And it’s terminal |
| And it’s terminal |
