Friday Night

And I don't wanna spend this Friday night
Like I had to spend last Friday night
I don't wanna 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 wanna spend this Friday night
Like I had to spend last Friday night
I don't wanna 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 is the needle
And it rips through my skin, goes into my blood stream
Oh, I feel like laughing, uh, I feel like choking on it

Regret would require less arrogance

And I don't wanna spend this Friday night
Like I had to spend last Friday night
I don't wanna spend this Friday night
Dying by the record machine

And I don't wanna spend this Friday night
Like I had to spend last Friday night
I don't wanna 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

This Friday night
Like I had to spend last Friday night
I don't wanna spend this Friday night
Dying by the record machine

I don't wanna spend this Friday night
Like I had to spend last Friday night
I don't wanna spend this Friday night
Picking fights by the record machine