From the recording Welcome to the Victory Lounge

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Lyrics

If you're wondering, hoss, how you're coming across
You don't seem like a saint much to me
You call me a crook; you better take a long look
'Cause you might not like what you see

Don't go asking me for guarantees
With your tail between your knees
Good God, who needs enemies
When you've got friends like these

You talk a big game and slander my name
But you act like a scared little kid
You ain't worth my time; I don't burden my mind
With the movements of sub-hominids

What became of human decency
And accountability?
Good God, who needs enemies
When you've got friends like these

If there does come a day when the debt is repaid
This is what I'd advise you to do
Find a rock and go hide; I've got bile inside
And I've crushed bigger insects than you

What became of human decency
And accountability?
Good God, who needs enemies
When you've got friends like these
When you've got friends like these
When you've got friends like these