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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 SongtexteIt'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 Aus Songtexte Mania