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