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