[Verse 1]
My friend says she knows you, but not very well
Just well enough to know what you’re like
But she introduced me to you and all your coke-head friends
Outside The Workers Club last night

[Pre-Chorus]
I watched you chew on your thumbs
Hoping that somebody might stop and ask if you’re that guy who sings those songs

[Chorus]
And no, I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same

[Verse 2]
You’ve got a new set of friends every time you come in
Like a revolving door each night
But with every name you drop and every pill that you pop
I’m beginning to understand why

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, you stare right past right me and say
"Isn’t that someone who knows someone who knows someone who works at Triple J?"

[Chorus]
And no, I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same
I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same

[Bridge]
You think you’re William fucking Shakespeare but you’re more like James Joyce
And every thing you say is a freight train of amphetamine thoughts

[Chorus]
And no, I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same
I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck
You and your friends are exactly the same
I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck
You and your friends, you are exactly the same