The Ballad of Me and My Friends

Everybody's got themselves a plan

And everybody thinks they'll be

The man, including the girls

The musicians who lack the friends to form a band

The singer-songwriters

The rest of us are DJs or official club photographers

And tonight I'm playing another Nambooka show

So I'm going through my phone book, texting everyone I know

And quite a few I don't

Whose numbers found their way into my phone

But I might come along anyway, you never really know

None of this is going anywhere

And pretty soon we'll all be old

And no one left alive will really care

About our glory days when we sold our souls

But if you're all about the destination

Then take a fucking flight

Well, we're going nowhere slowly, but we're seeing all the sights

And we're definitely going to hell

But we'll have all the best stories to tell

Yes, I'm definitely going to hell

But I'll have all the best stories to tell