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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 I should be doin' But I don't, and I don't change All day, kerosene All day, I play with matchbooks I pushed 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 now I'm all she's ever dated And money's an object if it pays for my ego Letras de cancionesPower's a drug and pride is the needle And it rips through my skin, goes into my bloodstream Oh, I feel like laughing Ha! I feel like choking on it Regret would require less arrogance 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 Pickin' 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 accomodating. The worst mistake I could make Is watching you walk away Now that I know how to change I do it just the same 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 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 Pickin' fights by the record machine From Letras Mania