Every Type of Friend

We're all lonely in the end But we all could use a hand Then again I've got every type of friend The best ones, the rude ones The old ones, the new ones The worst ones, the great ones The real ones and the fake ones Again and again I've got every type of friend And again and again I've got every type of friend And if you fuck me over even once back then I still don't ever want to see your face again I try to forget that it ever had happened You're not someone I call a friend You're not like a single one of them The best ones, the rude ones The old ones, the new ones The worst ones, the great ones The real ones and the fake ones Again and again I've got every type of friend And again and again I've got every type of friend Here come the yes men and here comes the bums Here come the leeches from the swamp to drain my blood So where are the people who know how to lift me up? Where did my friends go? I miss them all so much The best ones, the rude ones The old ones, the new ones The worst ones, the great ones The real ones and the fake ones Again and again I've got every type of friend And again and again I've got every type of friend