Friday Night
Written by Scott Wainwright
They were tight jeans and rock and roll
I felt like the punch in search of the bowl
Out of place, out of space
But everything is going to be put right
On Friday night
Retro T-shirts and cool lingo
I felt like an arrow in search of a bow
Out of place, out of space
But everything is going to be put right
On Friday night
My heart goes out to those yet to receive
My heart goes out those yet to believe
But everything is going to be put right
On Friday night
They were all sun shades and attitude
I felt like the toothpaste in search of the tube
Out of place, out of space
But everything is going to be put right
On Friday night
Three piece suits and profit margins
I felt like a consumer in search of a bargain
Out of place, out of space
But everything is going to be put right
On Friday night
My heart goes out to those yet to receive
My heart goes out those yet to believe
But everything is going to be put right
On Friday night
From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'
Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/the-future-of-primitivism
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