Strange Strange Friends

I walk down to the tavern
Just want to clear my head
But the bar room is loud with an odd little crowd
The same creatures living under my bed
They're loose on the streets
When the sun is at rest
Strange, strange friends

I take my place at the bar
Become a part of the set
With a woman in gold and a cat and a crow
And a couple of cold, gaunt men
The moon will play tricks on us
Time and again
Strange, strange friends

So I sit among lost souls
Who can't find any rest
I share drinks with the sinful,
The saintly, the worst and the best
And I'll still be here
After this life ends
With my strange, strange friends

Strange friends, strange strange friends
Strange friends, strange strange friends
Strange friends
Strange friends



Credits
Writer(s): Molly Broadhurst, Thomas Crowley
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