Mr.Friday
In your dirty dancefloors I could be
The drinks are cheap and so are you
I guess its just wait and see

The things i thought i need so much
To feel and such, on me
Are all illusions of a cruel heart
Emotions need to be set free

But Mr. Friday

Tell me a tale
Tell me a headline
Tell me what i used to be
I guess life is all about
the places that you choose to see

but still I keep up my smile
The same style
Of those wonders that I wanted to be
We could call it the dreamers disease
Set my soul on ease
and bleed


But Mr. Friday

My soul is on sale
My heart is cold
My drink is stale
and my body feels old
Mr. Friday,
Tell me who i used to be x2
Tell me who i used to be

Mr. Friday
Money sex and drugs
You got your girls you got your thugs
you got men lyin dead on the rug


But still you play like that
you play with that
you keep on playing, but you don't see the wrath
but I know like you knew that it wont always be okay
someday you will pay

But Mr. Friday

My soul is on sale
My heart is cold
My drink is stale
and my body feels old
Mr. Friday,
Tell me who i used to be x2
Tell me who i used to be