Time has taught us
That they're sending out their sons
To keep away our books and our package
We are all friends now

Series rising
Brightness fell upon
People keeping out the light
Disguising how
We are all friends now

At least the Lady Duff had an ear for music
But that's history
Caroline said "God's speed, my steed"
But that's his story

They're coming for our New Yorkers
Our Carolines and Susans
The rattle of our comic strips
Our best paper revolts and books and licenses
We are all friends now

The continuation of sides
The brightness of stuff
The TV comedy of life
The promises and prizes can't disguise
We are all friends now

They're showing reels of Caroline
And a roll of newer names
Except those we never cared about
And those we need to like
We'll extinguish that flame, just the same
We're all friends now

Stones are empty
The TV sitcoms of plenty
Count series from one to ten
Number shows from ten to twenty

There's an illusion we believe in
There is a strip in their need
Pretty confetti, chemical debt
And a necessity to bleed

My fears too fleet to before
My prayers too thin to watch
On my lover's back a filmreel
On her side an old photograph

So, open the windows tightly
Lower books and strips
On the screen, silent rehearsals
For tomorrow's episodes
For tomorrow's episodes
For tomorrow's episodes
We are all friends now