Lonely Hearts Get What They Deserve

When surveys are made of mistakes I've made

And reputation shaped like a hand grenade

Some dead old days I'm leaving behind

Some cold stale pain I'm leaving behind

This is the end I saw at the start

Now I'll total the sum and split up the parts

Some dead dead days I'm leaving behind

Some old stale pain I'm leaving behind

I've had enough of this, my friend

My friends and your friends and you

Some dead old days I'm leaving behind

Love is a much misused word

And lonely hearts bleed, they get what they deserve

Some dead old days I'm leaving behind

Some dead old days cold shining behind

I've had enough of this, my friend

My friends and your friends and you

I've had enough of this, my friend

My friends and your friends and you

I've had enough of this, my friend

My friends and your friends and you

I've had enough of this, my friend

My friends and your friends and you

I've had enough of this, my friend

My friends and your friends and you