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 machineAll day cigarettes, all day entertain the void

There are so many things I should be doing

But I don't, and I don't changeAll 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 arroganceI 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 machineI 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 datedAnd 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 itAnd 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 machineAnd 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 machineTrue, 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 sameI 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 machineAnd 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