You said you had the balls to carry on, they were way to little And those who can be friends with everyone They were way to pretty They move on and forth and thirty hours later They claim to be apart from everyone And they hope they're different Like those who'll be apart from anyone, better known as critics They move on and forth and notice from a distance And they know your name but keep the shutters tight And we won't miss a word to speak As long as we've got drinks and smoke And stories move from man to man As morning sneaks a glance You said you had the balls to carry on, they were way to little I'm sure you will be friends with everyone And I know you want to move on and forth And we'll be back again