Letra de «Friday Night»
And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last 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 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. I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it.
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 cold make is watch you walking away. Not that I know how to change I do it just the same
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. I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it.
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 cold make is watch you walking away. Not that I know how to change I do it just the same
