With Friends

(This is as it appears in the 7" sleeve. Some words are changed in the song)

I'd like to cover your mouth with a thick yard of canvas
And then paint your face on it from memory
And then bundle your feet with a bright rope of garland
And trip the light devine

I keep on hoping for this
Oh but to breath the light of day
and have the fruit in my mouth not rot away

And I refuse any form of special treatment
Just the door is fine with me
Well me and my friends got this tight kind of hatred
It flares up when I'm taken and leaves when I'm weak

But let's keep this all in mind
When I'm driving home alone now
It keeps pumping back and forth
Like some great traumatic showdown
And I don't wanna talk to you
'Cause you're sick if only by proxy
With your friends you're getting pissed
Please just keep on hoping for this.