With Friends Like These, Who Needs Pricks? Lyrics

They gather at the corner shop

At the point where saner minds would drop

But who the fuck am I to stop

A dickhead in his prime

This city'd better watch itself

Cos we're too far in and might as well

We'd rather just go to hell

Then get to bed on time

Taxi-cabs and late 'my bads'

Tequila shots in wine

Feeling rough with 'fair enoughs'

Let's kidnap and murder time

I am gonna live like this while I still can

So we're here until the sun comes out again

It's unfortunate and it is all but suffering

But what can you do? It's just old friends

Post-apocalypse is just like this

No stone unturned, no nothing missed

He asked if he could steal a kiss

Try and fucking die

Fall in love with everyone you meet

No memory you couldn't keep

Leave all you brought out on the street

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Taxi-cabs and late 'my bads'

Tequila shots in wine

Feeling rough with 'fair enoughs'

Let's kidnap and murder time

I am gonna live like this while I still can

So we're here until the sun comes out again

It's unfortunate and it is all but suffering

But what can you do? It's just old friends