Friday Night Songtext
von House of Heroes

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