The Fellowship of Hell - They Might Be Giants

All your friends are kleptomaniacs

They steal your concentration

And they never give it back again

Shoot

Rock had a baby and they called it «Aah»

The baby had a baby, got no calls at all

Ain’t no loathing, like self-loathing

Prison guards ain’t free

The fellowship of hell

Can’t help you now

The fellowship of hell

Sweet

This hunk of junk keeps rolling down the road

Careening off the guardrail for the epilogue

No delusion, like self-delusion

Who will use it now?

The fellowship of hell

Can’t help you now

The fellowship of hell

The fellowship of hell

Can’t help you now

The fellowship of hell

Can’t help you now

The fellowship of hell