Kicking & fighting that's what you know,the way you're treated only goes to show.That your popularity is all in your head, it's in your head.No-one came round to your house today,the phone doesn't ring, you think that's O.K.It must be the weather or they had to go & visit theirgrand mother instead.All your friends think you're a fuckheadA good paranoia is what you lackYour friends always talking behind your back.Of course it has nothing to do with the simple factthat nothing you say is of any worth.There's always a challenge to see who leaves first.Someone should tell you but we're all waytoo afraid, to say thatAll your friends think you're a fuckheadYou thought that they were friends that you wouldnever lose, whyyou're so charismatic when you're on the boozeSometimes your friends behavour is sodifficult to excuse.To pay your bills on time well that wouldn't do,You don't take your library books 'till they'reoverdue-It's the only way that you will ever geta letter to come to you-All your friends think you're a fuckhead.