All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know
Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away
All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know
We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell
All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know
Why'd you come, you knew you should have stayed