Fisher of Men

I hate my friends.
That pony holy rolling girlfriend,
the money she wears in her teeth.
I hate my friends,
Let me say it again.
Now I sit here.
I want a halo for my baby,
Now all that I’m dreaming is true.
It’s why I hate my friends.
I’ve been thinking it through,
Nothing is true.
But if you want to squawk I’ll listen.
And we can talk about the master,
And what it takes to believe.
And why I hate my friends.
It’s why I hate my friends.
Oh, I’m a fisher of men.
and I ain’t got time for a season of sin.
I only see your face in pictures,
It’s all that I want in this world.
It’s why I hate my friends.
Oh, I’m a fisher of men.
And I ain’t got time for a season of sin.