It's a party in your honor
You're excited as can be
You just can't wait to get there
For all the friends you'll see
And then you stop to think a bit
Why he went to this trouble for you.
In all the time you've known him
A friendship never grew
You see the invitation list
These are no friends of yours
Of this small group are only his
Some butchers, some liars, and boors
You take your invitation
And read it one more time
It's not a party after all
Just a future lynch mob crime.