All My Friends

One, two, tree, four... All my friends in magazines Got addicted to the word, 'leave' And they all wrote love songs that they believed Little lies and massive dreams They all request that you slow down They all request that you slow down You've got to turn it around And make a save There's a whore inside their bed The duvets wish that they were still wet And all the songs they wrote instead Your ex-lover is not dead They all request that you slow down They all request that you slow down You've got to turn it around And make a save All my friends in magazines Got addicted to the word, 'leave' And all the old songs that you believe Once they stop you can't repeat And once, you stop you can't repeat