An ever-so-slightly-influenced-by-Bob-Dylan song - this is just a first rough draft, I'll redo this and add harmonica when I get a chance.
Acoustic Rock music
At the moment the band is me on vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, drums and harmonica......
Lyrics
Well you can hang around with me if you like, it's alright,
Well you can hang around with me if you like, it's alright,
But you won't like my friends, or the way that it all ends,
But you can hang around with me if you like, it's alright.
Well you can sell your story to the papers if you like, it's alright,
Well you can sell your story to the papers if you like, it's alright,
You'll get your silver thirty, but you'll be forever dirty,
But you can sell your story to the tabloids if you like, it's alright.
Well you can tell all your friends I'm no good, that's alright,
Well you can tell all your friends I'm no good, that's alright,
Wel you can tell 'em how I used you, ignored you and abused you,
And you think that they'll believe you? Well alright!
Well you can tell those friends you cast me aside, all right,
Well you can tell them just how you cast me aside, all right,
And babe I'll guarantee, you'll get no sympathy,
When you tell those friends just how you cast me aside, all right.
You'll wonder why you got no friends soon, all right,
Yeah you'll wonder why you're friendless, that's all right,
It's because they all see through you, and no-one wants to be you,
And we'll talk about you deep into the night, all right!
