Friend of a Friend

I can go anywhere that I want I just got to turn myself inside out and back to front With cut-out shapes and worn-out spaces Add some sparkles to create the right effect And they're all smiling, so I guess I'll stay At least 'til the disappointed have eaten themselves away Buried from the waist down Stop looking over our shoulder All the window balconies, they seem so flimsy As our friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun I guess I believe in an altered state Where they leave their windows and their doors open wide Here, the telephone lines are always busy Unable to give a reason or a straight answer Buried from the waist down Stop looking over our shoulder We need to get it together From our window balconies, we take a tumble As our friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun All of that money, where did it go? Where did it go? In somebody's pocket, a friend of a friend All the loose change, loose change