Some might grab you
Others stab you
Pain in the heart
helps when singing your song

Scared to tell the truth when they ask you if there's anything wrong
Acting like a bull in a china shop with ballet shoes on
Such sweet excuses, you used them every one
Now you need another one

Some might shame you
others paint you
into a corner
and there you remain

Shaken or stirred, all the bitter words taste just the same
Raising a glass to an old friend, what was his name?
You drink it all in, and when it's all gone
You want another one

Lies by the bagful
You've had a skinful
Politesse, the final throes
Self-righteous dog and pony shows
Busy holding sway
Busy pulling rugs away

Best friends to no end (until they move along)
Then you find another one

I know it's not like that
in the films that we saw
Now your anger pays their rent
Fuel for fires of discontent
Who'll come to save the day?
Fight the urge to look away...