Low Friends in High Places -Swamp Dogg

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

Build ’em high
Build ’em low
Firetraps 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?

You’ve got low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in 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 trucks to go on

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

Hear the babies in the womb, or sending children and their Nana to a teenage doom
Or the president to a ___ town mayor
Your mama or your papa or some honey

Who cares when you’ve got
Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in 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
Low friends

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 them
There’s another one of them over there
And one trying to hide over in that corner . . . .

Low Friends in High Places -Swamp Dogg