Low Friends In High Places

Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces

Build 'em high
Build 'em low
Fire rat traps with paper walls and floors
You can take a short cut, you can cut the red tape
But what do lives matter against a piece of the cake?

When you’ve got low, low, low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in high, high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces

You don’t have to worry
Who’s right no more
You can buy your own bombs and planes
You can start your own war
You don’t need no money
If you promise to go along
By giving up some land for the drugs to grow on

All you need is
Low friends in high placеs
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel facеs
Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces

Killin' babies in the womb
Or sending children in Atlanta to a teenage tomb
Pope or president, to a j-town mayor
Your mama or your papa for some money, who cares

When you’ve got some
Low, low, low friends in some high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in high, high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing those angel faces

I got me some low friends
I got me some low, low friends in high places
All of them got 2, 3, 4 or more faces (count ’em)

Low, low friends [“high places”]
I got me some low, low friends [“high places”]
All right, let’s hear it for low friends
Everybody stand up ["high places"]
Let's give a big rousing cheer for all our low friends ["high places"]

I got me some low, low friends [“high places”]
I got me some low, low friends [“high places”]
Low, low friends [“high places”]
Low, low friends [“high places”]
You one of 'em
There’s another one of them sittin' over there
And one trying to hide over there in the corner

All you are my low, low friends ["high places"]. . .