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