Friday Night - 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 d**g 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