its Friday nite your working week's been long you want a few lines and jager bombs
this modern world got u all stitched up the corporations treat your mouth like a cunt
u fell apart now u aint got Jesus, so u reach a beer to create a feeling
but your hope is built on such weak foundation as the coke wears off here comes the heartache
here comes the heartache, it leaves u half-baked
so gimme cocaine benzocaine ketamine any day send that muthafucker with your driver to my driveway
Monday Tuesday getting fucked Fridays, with any luck we might even get laid
hit the strip club cos ive had enough of missin my girl it s a cold cold world
so many times she got me doin time i'm on the kitchen floor now just doin jack and lines,
doin jack and lines, dyou wanna get high?
on a friday nite?
