Your Good Friends, The Joneses

The party where people you trusted gravitate to your kitchen to poison your friendships

They say you should keep your friends close to you
And hold your enemies in your arms
Well, I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Because false, close friends do real harm.
These are your good friends, the Joneses
All wine and smiles at your front door
They breathe out shadows in your hallway
That follow you across your floor
That follow you across your floor.

The party starts; you’ll find them in your kitchen
Dissecting everybody’s lives
While Ruth spins her webs of despicable fiction
Richard slowly sharpens all your knives.
These are your good friends, the Joneses
You swear to God they’re the life and soul
You fill your home with the light of angels
But it’s the Joneses who are in control
It’s the Joneses who are in control.

They say that Ruth is stranger than Richard
Whose malice grows with each smiling lie
They darken hearts with malediction
As all around you, all your angels slowly die.
They fade away without a sound
Until you feel your heart will break
They leave behind one final question
(one final solution)

How many pinheads does it take

How many pinheads does it take

To dance upon the face of an angel?
To dance upon the face of an angel?
To dance upon the face of an angel?
To dance upon the face of an angel?

Ah –

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(c) 2017 Paul D E Mitchell
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All music, vocals, lyrics and instruments by Paul D E Mitchell