Fair Weather Friend

We were born in interesting times;
Tiny, chinese curses emptied all our purses…
How pleasantly they wish us unwell:
Go to hell, go to hell,
Fair weather friend.
Go to hell, just as well
Fair weather friend.
Talk about the servant who enticed:
As a Lord he giveth; taketh, and he spitteth;
See how he runs after his Master’s voice…
Celebrate and rejoice,
Fair weather friend.
Go away, you’ve made your choice,
Fair weather friend
Silver tongued seraphim circling the spire
Gather in the gallery in their best attire
Guns for hire
Guns for hire
Desecration of the noble word…
Petty incantations, vile invocations.
Why versify, you could’ve struck us instead;
Look at you, you could’ve bled,
Fair weather friend.
Look at you, you almost bled…
Fair weather friend.
Silver tongued seraphim circling the spire
Gather in the gallery in their best attire
Guns for hire
Guns for hire
May the many-headed underhanded beast
Befriend you while the end comes looking for you;
The scent of its sudden spell is maddening;
Beware my friend the life lived leisurely!
And what shall we make of the books that you’ve read?
And what shall we make of the words that you’ve said?
And what shall we make of the life that you’ve led?
The sun is high, the wind is fine,
Fair weather friend.
The time is right for you to strike
Fair weather friend.