Friend of a Friend

I can go anywhere that I want
I just got to turn myself inside out and back to front
With cut-out shapes and worn-out spaces
Add some sparkles to create the right effect
And they're all smiling, so I guess I'll stay
At least 'til the disappointed have eaten themselves away

Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over our shoulder

All the window balconies, they seem so flimsy
As our friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun

I guess I believe in an altered state
Where they leave their windows and their doors open wide
Here, the telephone lines are always busy
Unable to give a reason or a straight answer

Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over our shoulder
We need to get it together

From our window balconies, we take a tumble
As our friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun

All of that money, where did it go?
Where did it go?
In somebody's pocket, a friend of a friend
All the loose change, loose change