All my friends are dead now, tried to be a bit too brave Looking round they tried to find, a different kind of life to lead A knife wound here, a knife wound there and razor faces all around So some of them have just gone back to dressing normal Some I haven't seen for ages, I know where they are though You don't need no imaginations, you don't need no people brain I've seen them lying in the pictures, seen them lying in the roads Seen them lying over cars in junkyards Some are starved of bread and butter, wouldn't sell their prides Dead as all the others are and they don't even realise And all my friends are dead now, tried to be a bit too brave Looking round they found a different kind of life to lead But it beat them all, and it beat them all And it beat them all, and it beat them all And all my friends are dead now *