You and Yr Friends

My friend says she knows you, but not very well
Just well enough to know what you're like
But she introduced me to you and all your coke-head friends
Outside The Workers Club last night

I watched you chew on your thumbs
Hoping that somebody might stop and ask
if you're that guy who sings those songs

And no, I don't give a fuck that you don't give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same

You've got a new set of friends every time you come in
Like a revolving door each night
But with every name you drop and every pill that you pop
I'm beginning to understand why

Oh, you stare right past right me and say
"Isn't that someone who knows someone
who knows someone who works at Triple J?"

And no, I don't give a fuck that you don't give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same
I don't give a fuck that you don't give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same

You think you're William fucking
Shakespeare but you're more like James Joyce
And every thing you say is a freight train of amphetamine thoughts

And no, I don't give a fuck that you don't give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same
I don't give a fuck that you don't give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same
I don't give a fuck that you don't give a fuck
You and your friends, you are exactly the same