You're losing a friend You got it all wrong It's not about revenge But you're losing a friend I didn't see it coming With my head stuck in the sand But now I'm losing a friend And it's keeping me up It's the ribbons I tied I would rather just die Go to hell crawl back Than let you go You're losing a friend You jeopardize me Bad bad blood on your hands And see you're losing a friend I'm fickle and I'm vain And you tricked me over and over again And now I'm losing you And it's killing me It's the strings that I tie I would rather just die Go to hell and crawl back Than let it all by My mistake... to lose you. Oh no. Oh no. So this is the end now I'm losing you Oh. Look at you Look what you're wasting. You're losing a friend Oh no. Oh no. I'm losing a friend. Oh oh oh no.

I'm not perfect, I think you thought I was Typical of me to take on your problems I'll wear 'em like armour, but I'm hollow underneath Naked and afraid, just like my father These violent ends lead to no delight I wish I knew Is this the end? Is it over? 'Cause I'm over searching for closure Spinning again 'til my soul hurts I loved you with all that I am Is this all part of losing someone you Loved like no other? We'd argue But never uncover the hard truth That this is the start of the end Is this all part of losing a friend? I think maybe, we're just waiting for The other one to reach out and break the silence Fuck, you probably hate me, there's no winner in a war Everybody bleeds, everybody takes sides then These violent ends lead to no delight I wish I knew Is this the end? Is it over? 'Cause I'm over searching for closure Spinning again 'til my soul hurts I loved you with all that I am Is this all part of losing someone you Loved like no other? We'd argue But never uncover the hard truth That this is the start of the end Is this all part of losing a friend? Is this all part of losing a friend? Is this all part of losing a friend? Is this all part of losing a friend? Is this all part of losing a friend? Is this all part of losing a friend?

Monty Navarro, you know you don't belong here Monty Navarro, you're on a slippery slope Your presence is indubitably wrong here May we suggest We think you'd best Abandon hope Abandon hope But go ahead and take the tour As long as you are here Buy yourself a souvenir or two And one thing more Before you're out the door Sibella Will never marry you

If I'm ever to show my face in society again, I've got to find a new cause of my own and quickly. Come, come, any ideas? Daisy Greville has the old. Lady Sitwell has the blind And the fund for sailor's widows? That's the two of them combined Nightschool for the nervous? Lady Beach and Margaret Guest Crutches for the crippled? That was Elsie Ponds' bequest Wayward women Daisy Greville Who's behind disfigured men? Daisy Greville And the deaf... don't tell me it's Greville yet again. Everyone's got something can't you see why I'm bereft. I want to do some good but what the devil's left? What the devil's left? If I may your Ladyship, one hears about such terrible poverty in Egypt these days... Egypt. Land of the pharaohs and of Moses the Israelite. Home to the great pyramids and the sphinx. That's it! We'll populate an orphanage in Cairo, With foundlings from the reeds along the Nile. To watch a creature grow, to swaddle it and know the joy of its pathetic little smile It's little smile The news will travel soon enough to London To London Our selflessness will meet with great acclaim Huzzah The sniping will be stilled, and the empire will be filled, With homes for bastard children in my name. All aboard the Luxor express to Cairo. And off she went, What I failed to tell her was that a violent uprising against the empire was imminent And no british citizen was considered safe, so you can imagine my surprise when Lady Hyacinth returned to London quite unharmed. Oh where will my largesse be truly appreciated, I need a place so low that hope itself has been abandoned You've heard of course of the untouchables in India. India. Land of Hindus and Muslims, of camel run and saffron. Exotic and unknowable. That's it! We'll find ourselves some lepers in the Punjab. The hopeless and the wretched and the cursed. Forgotten and Unblessed Unblessed I'll take them to my breast Your Breast If Daisy Greville doesn't get there first. When we arrive, they'll hobble out to greet us Hello there Their toothless grins would melt a heart of stone Awww And every dilettante, will envy me and want a colony of lepers of her own, Now not a word to even your mothers til we leave although, Come to think of it what is the point of helping others unless you let the whole world know, Call the Times of London. And off she went, I neglected to mention the malaria pandemic in the Punjab A bit of insurance in case leprosy itself failed to prove contagious, So you can imagine my shock when Lady Hyacinth returned To London in record time quite the picture of health. I don't suppose you'd be willing to penetrate the jungle of deepest darkest Africa... Africa. From Zululand to Yoruba, Home of proud warriors that naked torsos rippling in the firelight. We'll civilize a village in the jungle The Jungle It can't take long to learn their mother tongue Not long then The words they have are six and five of them are clicks Click And all of them are different words for dong. And can't you see their frightful painted faces Their faces They'll teach us how to swing from vine to vine From vine to vine to vine It's Daisy Greville's loss, she'll never come across, a tribe of backward natives worse than mine. Their may appall us.But even they are part of God's design Awww We bid you all goodbye Goodbye Let all of London try, to find a tribe of natives worse than mine. Charity towards others is divine. Divine, Divine, Divine, Divine, Charity is Divine.

Wake up beaten, but I'm broken in two With a head full of money and nothing to do Face in the dirt, I can dream myself to life Alarm bells screaming and the message is clear I don't think that I fix myself this time of the year Caught in a loop my steam begins to fight Trying to get better but I've got no answers (Woah) Stabbing my heart just to cut out the cancer (Woah) It's getting pulled over for a place I'm stuck in I've never been so lonely or so pale, or thin The pills don't jump but it's all I know and I'm feeling the monster in me Killing off the hours is progress of sorts I think the words are comforts but I check in resorts The hour, the essay, the book and the study are lying How to conceal what's killing me Trying to get better but I've got no answers (Woah) Stabbing my heart just to cut out the cancer (Woah) Inspecting my head forever after They aren't the ones, and they won't be simple as well But these bones have a home, they beckon me And my chest is a maze While my tongue talks itself in knots But I'm not a poster boy for good health 'Cause I can hardly stay awake, and I'm barely holding on Trying to get better but I've got no answers (Woah) Stabbing my heart just to cut out the cancer (Woah) Inspecting my head forever after They aren't the ones, and they won't be simple as well But these bones have a home, they beckon me Let's take a walk down every lane I've been

Yes, no, maybe I don't know, can you repeat the question? You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now And you're not so big You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now And you're not so big You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now And you're not so big You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now And you're not so big Life is unfair