You Can Buy Friends - The Bears

A squat greek sips his ouzo

fingering his gold neck chain

robust corn-fed american beauties

lick the salty rim of margaritas

in the corner lies a comatose musician

dreaming on the job again

you can’t buy love

but you can buy friends

upon her breast a shiny crucifix

holier than me i guess

sheds friends like a snake sheds skin

her laughter sounds so venomous

in his corner lies the once proud musician

thinking on the job again