I’m on the
streets again
Heading to a show
with my friends
I don’t feel
too right
Traveling round
to play a show
You said you
comfort me
But there’s
know one here
There’s know
one I can see
I don’t feel to
great
To stand alone in
this smoked out place
Dead Friday, Dead
Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again
Dead Friday, Dead
Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again
I’ve been
playing you
Trying to brag,
but I’m can’t
And I’m late
again
You, said I
can’t be
All I want, cause
I’m so tired tonight
I don’t feel to
great
Don’t even know
and just can’t relate
Oh I’m feeling
used
Just playing
blues in this fucked up place!
Dead Friday, Dead
Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again
Dead Friday, Dead
Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again
You said you’d
comfort me
Hold my hand and
show me people I can’t see
I don’t feel
too great
To go on stage in
this fucked up place!
Dead Friday, Dead
Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again
Dead Friday, Dead
Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again