Friday Night

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Like I had to spend last Friday night

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Dying by the record machine

All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void

There are so many things I should be doing

But I don't, and I don't change

All day kerosene, all day I play with matchbooks

I push them all away or burn them alive in attempts to save me

Regret would require less arrogance

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Like I had to spend last Friday night

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Dying by the record machine

I like my self on the following conditions

That I'm better than the next guy at everything I'm into

And my looks are important if I'm less sophisticated

And my girlfriend's a bombshell and I'm all she's ever dated

And money's an object if it pays for my ego

Power's the drug, and pride's the needle

And it rips through my skin and goes into my blood stream

Oh I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it

And I don't want to spend this Friday night

Like I had to spend last Friday night

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Dying by the record machine

And I don't want to spend this Friday night

Like I had to spend last Friday night

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Picking fights by the record machine

True, but not quite, that I'm tired of the fantasy

And I see the light but the dark is so accommodating

The worst mistake I could make is watch you walking away

Not that I know how to change, I do it just the same

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Like I had to spend last Friday night

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Dying by the record machine

And I don't want to spend this Friday night

Like I had to spend last Friday night

I don't want to spend this Friday night

Picking fights by the record machine