Lyrics
Contempt for all,
A vocabulary vow.
Sifting ash,
Can't see in from out.
First to know, quick to criticize.
Blow by blow, cutting boxer eyes.
That's not the way...
That's not the way to make...
That's not the way to make... friends.
Contempt for love,
And everything you've drowned.
I know these words can be turned around.
I know you think
Politeness is what I need.
Well I don't, but it might as well have been.
That's not the way...
That's not the way to make...
That's not the way to make... friends.
That's not the way...
That's not the way to make...
That's not the way to make... friends.
