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.

All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void.
There are so many things that 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.

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.

I like myself 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 and goes into my bloodstream.
I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it.
Regret would require less arrogance.

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 walk away.
Not that I know how to change.
I do it just the same.

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.
The record machine.