| Song | Pretend Best Friend |
| Artist | Terrorvision |
| Album | Formaldehyde/How To Make Friends And Influence People/Regular Urban Survivors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Terrorvision | |
| The odds have built up of the chance you're going down, ' | |
| Cos you're looking pretty guilty in the court of the crown, | |
| And my friend's getting eager to complete this mission, | |
| It's better all round just to sign the confession. | |
| Doesn't matter if you're innocent or guilty as hell, | |
| My friend's got a feeling that you're feeling unwell, | |
| Who cares about the truth, the truth's there to bend, | |
| Do as I say | |
| I'm your only friend. | |
| The wicked step father that took a step farther, | |
| Played the patron saint in his shining armour, | |
| With his sword of power and shield to protect you, | |
| Tongue hanging out 'cos he's going to get you. | |
| You know I want to hug you, you know | |
| I want to kiss you, | |
| I't's your dear old pop and you know | |
| I really miss you, | |
| In the pantomime of life look out he's behind you, | |
| Says no I'm just here to remind you. | |
| Best friend | |
| I'm all that you've got, | |
| Pretend best friend if you like it or not, | |
| Pretend best friend so don't talk to them, | |
| You've got to talk to me 'cos | |
| I'm your best friend. | |
| Call yourself a friend, | |
| That drives me round the bend, | |
| You call me when you like, | |
| And call me what you like. | |
| Was it the father or the son or the holy ghost, | |
| The butler in the kitchen or the gameshow host, | |
| The policeman on the corner who'll show you the way, | |
| The geezer with a beard comes on | |
| Xmas day. | |
| Could be your mother or your father or your sister or your brother, | |
| Doesn't matter who it is they'll say there ain't no other, | |
| Might never see 'em or you meet them every day, | |
| But who gives a damn when you hear them say. | |
| Best friend | |
| I'm all that you've got, | |
| Pretend best friend if you like it or not, | |
| Pretend best friend so don't talk to them, | |
| You've got to talk to me 'cos | |
| I'm your best friend. |
| zuo qu : Terrorvision | |
| The odds have built up of the chance you' re going down, ' | |
| Cos you' re looking pretty guilty in the court of the crown, | |
| And my friend' s getting eager to complete this mission, | |
| It' s better all round just to sign the confession. | |
| Doesn' t matter if you' re innocent or guilty as hell, | |
| My friend' s got a feeling that you' re feeling unwell, | |
| Who cares about the truth, the truth' s there to bend, | |
| Do as I say | |
| I' m your only friend. | |
| The wicked step father that took a step farther, | |
| Played the patron saint in his shining armour, | |
| With his sword of power and shield to protect you, | |
| Tongue hanging out ' cos he' s going to get you. | |
| You know I want to hug you, you know | |
| I want to kiss you, | |
| I' t' s your dear old pop and you know | |
| I really miss you, | |
| In the pantomime of life look out he' s behind you, | |
| Says no I' m just here to remind you. | |
| Best friend | |
| I' m all that you' ve got, | |
| Pretend best friend if you like it or not, | |
| Pretend best friend so don' t talk to them, | |
| You' ve got to talk to me ' cos | |
| I' m your best friend. | |
| Call yourself a friend, | |
| That drives me round the bend, | |
| You call me when you like, | |
| And call me what you like. | |
| Was it the father or the son or the holy ghost, | |
| The butler in the kitchen or the gameshow host, | |
| The policeman on the corner who' ll show you the way, | |
| The geezer with a beard comes on | |
| Xmas day. | |
| Could be your mother or your father or your sister or your brother, | |
| Doesn' t matter who it is they' ll say there ain' t no other, | |
| Might never see ' em or you meet them every day, | |
| But who gives a damn when you hear them say. | |
| Best friend | |
| I' m all that you' ve got, | |
| Pretend best friend if you like it or not, | |
| Pretend best friend so don' t talk to them, | |
| You' ve got to talk to me ' cos | |
| I' m your best friend. |
| zuò qǔ : Terrorvision | |
| The odds have built up of the chance you' re going down, ' | |
| Cos you' re looking pretty guilty in the court of the crown, | |
| And my friend' s getting eager to complete this mission, | |
| It' s better all round just to sign the confession. | |
| Doesn' t matter if you' re innocent or guilty as hell, | |
| My friend' s got a feeling that you' re feeling unwell, | |
| Who cares about the truth, the truth' s there to bend, | |
| Do as I say | |
| I' m your only friend. | |
| The wicked step father that took a step farther, | |
| Played the patron saint in his shining armour, | |
| With his sword of power and shield to protect you, | |
| Tongue hanging out ' cos he' s going to get you. | |
| You know I want to hug you, you know | |
| I want to kiss you, | |
| I' t' s your dear old pop and you know | |
| I really miss you, | |
| In the pantomime of life look out he' s behind you, | |
| Says no I' m just here to remind you. | |
| Best friend | |
| I' m all that you' ve got, | |
| Pretend best friend if you like it or not, | |
| Pretend best friend so don' t talk to them, | |
| You' ve got to talk to me ' cos | |
| I' m your best friend. | |
| Call yourself a friend, | |
| That drives me round the bend, | |
| You call me when you like, | |
| And call me what you like. | |
| Was it the father or the son or the holy ghost, | |
| The butler in the kitchen or the gameshow host, | |
| The policeman on the corner who' ll show you the way, | |
| The geezer with a beard comes on | |
| Xmas day. | |
| Could be your mother or your father or your sister or your brother, | |
| Doesn' t matter who it is they' ll say there ain' t no other, | |
| Might never see ' em or you meet them every day, | |
| But who gives a damn when you hear them say. | |
| Best friend | |
| I' m all that you' ve got, | |
| Pretend best friend if you like it or not, | |
| Pretend best friend so don' t talk to them, | |
| You' ve got to talk to me ' cos | |
| I' m your best friend. |