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