When you're alone Who comes around To pick you up When you are down? So when you're outside looking in Who's there to open the door? That's what friends are for. Who's always eager to extend A friendly claw? That's what friends are for. And when you're lost In dire need Who's at your side At lightning speed? We're friends with every creature Coming down the pike In fact we've never met an animal We didn't like We've never met an animal we didn't like. So you can see, we're friends We're friends indeed And friends in need, are friends Are friends in need And friends in need, are friends Are friends indeed And friends indeed, are friends Are friends in need We'll keep you safe In the jungle, forevermore That's what friends are for. {These weren't friends. They were Vultures! Picking away at disparity, cackling while you drank the poison. Where was the direction? Where was the compa**ion? Where was the humanity!? Across from the watering hole, sprouting from the high gra**, stood the home of faith itself. An electric lit cross flickering, drawing he and his box toward the charm of its hymns.}