Call My Friends

Running down a battlefield is how this feels

(Shock troops of) callous mundanities are on my heels

Utility bills are bullets, rent's a cannonball

Issues like potato mashers hum and fall

I was supposed to be the rescue party, now the party's over

"Broken arrow!" I'm shouting into my

Radio with the bullet hole through it, I call my friends

Discarded characters from Buckaroo Banzai

These are the loyal beat-down Myrmidons I call my friends

Francis of Assisi was a man apart

He loved Lady Poverty with all his heart

I'm happy for the both of them, I tip my hat

It takes a saint to love an evil bitch like that

O.K., I take that back, Frank, I say awful things when I get down

"Broken arrow!" I'm shouting into my

Radio with the bullet hole through it, I call my friends

Discarded characters from Buckaroo Banzai

These are the loyal beat-down Myrmidons I call my friends

"Broken arrow!" I'm shouting into my

Radio with the bullet hole through it, I call my friends

Discarded characters from Buckaroo Banzai

These are the loyal beat-down Myrmidons I call my friends