The Talks - Friday Night

Now he's been clock
watching the day away
says a prayer for 6 o’clock
when all the misery ends
His boss he gives him enough grief to take
got a supervisor role
but staff send him round the bend
Now he's sinking sinking
down the pub again
He's propping up the bar
dribbling Stella down his chin
And he's steaming steaming
can't contain himself
He spits from drowning guts
digging up dead and buried dirt
Friday night
When every wrong is right
Friday night
There’s flashing blue lights
Friday night
Go out to get in fights and drink more
His wife she doesn’t even notice him
Got a young bit on the side
they’re down the dogging lot
And daughter say's that
Dad’s a sad failure
She's so popular at school
she's everything he's not
But when he's drinking drinking
everything is clear
The realm of clarity
he can be who he wants to be
Like he's dreaming
dreaming far from office blocks
The glass is always full
just the same as me and you
Because it’s Friday night
When every wrong is right
Friday night
There’s flashing blue lights
Friday Night
Go out to get in fights and drink more
Because it’s Friday night
Somebody gets uptight
Friday Night
Somebody ends a life
Friday Night
But it’ll be alright just drink more
One Two Three Four
He's feeling alright
but he could handle a couple more
Five Six Seven Eight
Because it’s Friday night
When every wrong is right
Friday night
There’s flashing blue lights
Friday night
Go out to get in fights and drink more
Because it’s Friday night
Somebody gets uptight
Friday Night
Somebody ends a life
Friday Night
But it’ll be alright just drink more