Friends Like You

With friends like you 
I could throw away my TV 
Cause I've got it all in spades now 
All triumph and tragedy 

And the weed you keep in your pocket now 
Like a stone from a distance thrown 
It's a gamblers trick, it's a pain in the dick 
Must have bought it on myself somehow, hey 

With friends like you 
With friends like you 
It's a wonder why a guy gets bent 

You got a fine, fine way 
Draggin those clouds underneath the sun 
And those darkest sunsets tea bags, cologne
And sympathy toast you all alone 
You pick me up like a second hand coat 
Spit and shine 
A pocket knife
But the things you forget hang around like a bet 
You say there's always a price, price 

With friends like you 
With friends like you 
It's a wonder why a guy gets bent 

When you raining on the parades 
And the piss stains and champagne
You got it? 

When good fortune's holding you like she means it 
You hold her by the hand 
Take her somewhere nice and quiet 

When good fortune's holding you like she means it 
'Cos when the going gets tough 
She'll kick you in the nuts 
And watch your Christmas list wither and die! (die!) die! (die!)

With friends like you 
With French IQ 
It's a wonder why a guy gets bent