Lyrics:

Plucked strings on porches**lf**A poor boy''s choir**lf**My blood''s at a boil**lf**There ain''t no fire**lf**I just love the way the light beams in**lf**But I got bad news, I''m fearing Friday again**lf****lf**Chokin'' on some bourbon when you roll up**lf**You say, ''Boy, you got a face it, you''s ain''t that tough''**lf**There''s a house hoppin'' on the edge of town**lf**I''m revved up, thirsty, and ready to drown**lf****lf**I got a fear, dear, that it''s gonna end**lf**Won''t you get angry at me?**lf**Say you love me again**lf**I got a fear, dear, that it''s a Friday spark**lf**You only love me like you mean it**lf**When it''s after dark**lf****lf**We can hide out tonight, out**lf**Where the trees get clear**lf**Those please you eyes**lf**Are a man''s worst fear**lf**There''s a name saved on your heart''s gravestone**lf**Saturday''s coming, I fear I''m waking alone**lf****lf**I got a fear, dear, that it''s gonna end**lf**Won''t you get angry at me?**lf**Say you love me again**lf**I got a fear, dear, that it''s a Friday spark**lf**You only love me like you mean it**lf**When it''s after dark**lf****lf**I got a fear, dear, that it''s gonna end**lf**Won''t you get angry at me?**lf**Say you love me again**lf**I got a fear, dear, that it''s a Friday spark**lf**You only love me like you mean it**lf**When it''s after dark