Fair Weather Friend Lyrics
Fair Weather Friend - Poor Rich Boy
Written by：Poor Rich Boy
We were born in interesting times
Tiny Chinese curses emptied all our purses
How pleasantly they wish us unwell
Go to hell go to hell
Fair weather friend
Go to hell just as well
Fair weather friend
Talk about the servant who enticed
As a Lord he giveth taketh and he spitteth
See how he runs after his Master's voice
Celebrate and rejoice
Fair weather friend
Go away you've made your choice
Fair weather friend
Silver tongued Seraphim circling the spire
Gather in the gallery in their best attire
Guns for hire
Guns for hire
Desecration of the noble word
Petty incantations vile invocations
Why versify you could've struck us instead
Look at you you could've bled
Fair weather friend
Look at you you almost bled
Fair weather friend
Silver tongued Seraphim circling the spire
Gather in the gallery in their best attire
Guns for hire
Guns for hire
May the many headed underhanded beast
Befriend you while the end comes looking for you
The scent of it's sudden spell is maddening
Beware my friend the life lived leisurely
And what shall we make of the books that you've read
And what shall we make of the words that you've said
And what shall we make of the life that you've led
The sun is high the wind is fine
Fair weather friend
The time is right for you to strike
Fair weather friend