Words and music by Andy Summers



I likes to eat my friends and make no bones about it

I likes to eat my friends, I couldn't do without it

Ain't a man or poet, friend, I know just how you'll taste

Your limbs go sliding down my throat and never go to waste



Your death, of course, will sadden me, until I grok your essence

I know your life was not in vain when digestion is commencing

Consider this a celebration and the deepest pact of friends

And I hope that you will dine on me when I come to an end



(ah....)



Even friends may come to you with a new found revelation

But think of it as life renewed and not their termination

"To know you is to eat you" should be the code of lovers

Death brings the highest act of love preserved for one another



(ah....)



People say that what you are is only what you eat

And my friends become a part of me, oh well it's then that life's complete

To know you is to eat you, the act of love supreme

Each one of us inside himself can appetise the dream



(ah....)

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