Lyrics:

Plucked strings on porchesA poor boy''s choirMy blood''s at a boilThere ain''t no fireI just love the way the light beams inBut I got bad news, I''m fearing Friday againChokin'' on some bourbon when you roll upYou say, ''Boy, you got a face it, you''s ain''t that tough''There''s a house hoppin'' on the edge of townI''m revved up, thirsty, and ready to drownI got a fear, dear, that it''s gonna endWon''t you get angry at me?Say you love me againI got a fear, dear, that it''s a Friday sparkYou only love me like you mean itWhen it''s after darkWe can hide out tonight, outWhere the trees get clearThose please you eyesAre a man''s worst fearThere''s a name saved on your heart''s gravestoneSaturday''s coming, I fear I''m waking aloneI got a fear, dear, that it''s gonna endWon''t you get angry at me?Say you love me againI got a fear, dear, that it''s a Friday sparkYou only love me like you mean itWhen it''s after darkI got a fear, dear, that it''s gonna endWon''t you get angry at me?Say you love me againI got a fear, dear, that it''s a Friday sparkYou only love me like you mean itWhen it''s after dark