Pictures on the Floor

Foot stuck in someone else’s door
'Cause they’ve got money and you want more
Is that what friends are for?
It’s the same old same old same old same old bore
Well sell your mother and sell your children
Melt them down and mould some new ones
And nail them to the door
Is that what friends are for?
It’s the same old same old same old same old bore
You watch TV and I’ll watch the walls
And you can sleep and I can draw pictures on the floor
Is that what friends are for?
It’s th same old same old same old sam old bore