Lyrics:

I Dropped My Gloves Into The Stove
hymns Echoed Out The Grate
i Fell In Love With Those Electric Lights
that Drug Me Into Town So Late

to Nimble, Cunning, Clever Nights
i Railed Behind Them, Deputized
to Scrape The Lens Of Christian Eyes,

i'm A Friday Night Girl
bracing For Sunday To Come

i Only Ever Held One Love,
her Name Was Mary Anne
she Died Having A Child By Her Brother
he Died Because I Murdered Him.

i Shot Him Through His Jelly Eye
and I Won Myself His Wicked Life,
now I Thread-The-Needle Waltz Through Mine,

i'm A Friday Night Girl
bracing For Sunday To Come.

i Emptied Onto Shifting Sheets,
staring Rosary Holes In My Ceiling,
waiting For My Purpose To Deliver,
and Reveal Itself To Me
but All I Hear Are Subway Trains
bang Against Their Bedrock Lanes
so I Bang A Little Too...

i'm A Friday Night Girl
bracing For Sunday To Come
bracing For Sunday To Come.