| It was Friday, somewhere in September
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| what a nightmare, I can still remember
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| Yeah we down to the club to see the punkrockshow
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| And when we got there, there was nothing else to do
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| But just start drinking, cause the bands were pretty bad
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| Just stop the thinking, have another beer let’s go
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| This is the story of a good time going bad
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| The next day I woke up with steamtrains in my head
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| Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| As far as I’m concerned it had only just begun
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| But Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| You should’ve seen us, sitting there the morning after
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| In the backseat, of the van, what a disaster
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| We were heading to the south to play a punkrockshow
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| Let me rephrase that,
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| we were heading south to play some stupid party
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| For a bunch of trendy kids that looked retarded they didn’t like us much
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| This is the story of a bad time going worse
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| I think we’re losing him, somebody call a nurse
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| Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| As far as I’m concerned it had only just begun
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| But Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| Yeah, we all swore we’d never drink again
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| We all gave up smoking that day
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| We all agreed we needed change and harmony in life
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| No one deserves to live this way
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| No one deserves to live this way
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| Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| Friday night killed Saturday fun
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| As far as I’m concerned it had only just begun
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| But Friday night killed Saturday fun |