I gave you warningnBut you weren't having what I saynA silence hangingnLike heavy heat after the daynAnd we could keep sitting aroundnWatching the paint flake off the wallsnWaiting for answersnThat are never gonna come.nnBut I don't need nonFriends like these, no.nI don't need nonFriends like these, nonnThere's lots of gray shadesnBut that don't make black the same as whitenYou said it feels goodnLike that makes everything all rightnBut I don't blame younYou were only looking out for yourselfnHistory's provennThat that's what we do bestnnAnd I don't need nonFriends like these, nonI don't need nonFriends like these, nonnWe know it's timenTo dress for Sunday morningnSmiles, sometimes you gotta force 'emnGather round the firenAnd see what's burning downnnI don't need nonI don't need non