Real Friends - Dan Bull

Real friends, the sort of people you can

Tell your deepest secrets to

That you can wear your underpants

In front of them and not feel ashamed

Real friends are the sort of people you can

Gather 'round a biscuit

Race to see who can make that biscuit soggy

And, again, not feel ashamed

In fact, quite the opposite;

proud

Real friends are the sort of people that don’t care

Whether you’ve killed a man

Or whether you’ve crept into the grounds of a

Of a school in the middle of the night

And torched the fucker down

Real friends look beyond the surface

They look at what’s underneath

The blood, the guts, the mucus

The bile, that sort of thing