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Public Image Ltd

Disappointed

Lyricist:Alan Dias, Lou Edmonds, Stephen Eric Hague, John Lydon, John Mcgeoch, Bruce Smith

What friends are for?
What friends are for?
What friends are for?
What friends are for?
What friends are for?
What friends are for?

Promises, promises
Old tired, worn out second hand sentences
One thing, with you is certain
You're a really sad person
So sad

Disappointed a few people
When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn't that what friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What a friend is for?

You, you're just a really bad person
Who won't, you won't, listen to anyone, no not you
With those half moon eyelids
Just babbling on, your useless defenses
So sad

Disappointed a few people
When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn't that what friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
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What a friend is for?

This erratic haphazard, fluttering
This toing and frowing
Like a confused moth, the collusion, illusion
And it's all ad infinitum, you're a really sad person
You're really so sad

Disappointed a few people
When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn't that what friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What a friend is for?

Fools and horses, running their courses
And brow beaten down like dust on the ground
You cheat easily like sweet charity
And all of the bastards, the world despises
Springing surprises in newer disguises
You cheat easily like all charity

Fools and horses, running their courses
And brow beaten down like dust on the ground
You cheat easily like sweet charity
And all of the bastards, the world despises
Springing surprises in newer disguises
You cheat easily like all charity

Fools and horses, running their courses
And brow beaten down like dust on the ground
You cheat easily like sweet charity