Lyrics:
"Mystery after gala night"
It says, "Mystery of sopranos flight"
"Mystified, baffled," Sûreté say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad
She's got me by the soul
Cause she's out of reach, whoo!
Every single Friday night
I said that she's out of reach, she's out of reach
When I want to take
that I crave
Need you by my side, baby, always
Lost in the haze, all night and day
Drugs pull me close, but I push them away
I'm chasing a high, but it's
It's a Sunday night and you're still faded
Can't process emotions, you've become too jaded
Not a thought behind those eyes, your stare's so vacant
I want power of attorney
I need power of attorney
Been worn down by all your cheapskate tricks
Been worn down by all your cheapskate tricks
I want
can't control bro
But if I tell him "shoot"
Then he's got no choice (Dig it)
Last night I had to run a man down
Screamin' "don't run", now I got no voice
dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
ya
Chorus:
Decatur Knights, Decatur Knights
Made it through a week
Another Friday night
Decatur Knights, Decatur Knights
Made it through a week
a cigarette and hand me another fucking beer
Cuz Friday night is here again
And I see the lights just flashing by
And I hear the fans are screaming high
And I
When all I want is your last name
I want to go out
Have your Friday nights
Saturday morning, make you breakfast
With a side of
Everything you could ever
the vision
In the past to cast a wish and change it fast
The gas transmission
Make it last, surpass your mission
Space is vast so pass the distance
Existence
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper
Son
sittin' by my side
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row in the balcony?
Ah
Last night
That shit was batshit
Surrounded by all these
Big round asses
She pulled up with a nice bitch
They use plastic
I don't know what happened
down to my core
Nothing can replace your faultless glee
Burdened by this heavy heart of grief
A somber ode
Of what you have left behind
Caliginous
Are
On the side of the road by the broken down cars
They'll make fire from the tires
To lighten the dark
Just hoping for a little warmth
And that
halts my stride
Trees cast shadows but they also bring life
Fees are narrowed by faraway fights
Glee not present until runaway nights
Old farm gates just
a night,
I want every thing to be just right,
Going to last forever oh, oh, oh
His hand in mine, and my hand in his,
I look in his eyes it makes me wish
That
on the Friday nights
Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you're mine?
It's like I told you, honey (louder)
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
never karate
I'll cast a spell on you and you'll go kamikaze
WYtChina
Listening to Rick Ross it's Friday night
This party ain't ending cuz I'm not high
I'm trying to find the next move to the party
You sent the addy baby, yes I'm on my way
Oh yes I'm on my way
It's Friday night
We been working all damn
[[[[NOTES:]]]]
FIRMAN
"Mystery after gala night"
It says "mystery of sopranos flight"
"mystified" all the papers say
"we are mystified we suspect
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