Lyrics
They say you made the best of Friday night
All right, all right
Fell down in the street in a pleasant pile
Go light, go light
Neon rain reflecting in the all-accepting gutter
You called out for help but all that came out was a stutter
Tonight someone will put you in the cab
Is it so bad?
Yes, it's so bad
I wish I could get those years back
I wish I could train my lost track
Not trying to sell some life hack, but I don't want no more
Saturday night
Saturday night
I used to feel the magic in my fingers and my bones
But now that potion puts me out and makes me feel alone
Good times floated by just like a red balloon in breeze
Leaving all your money just for foggy memories
The closing of an aperture
The waning of the moon
Wishing for a good feeling that didn't call your doom
From the glitter-skinned fog machine tomb
Your skeleton fits in every room
I wish I could get those years back
I wish I could train my lost track
Not trying to sell some life hack but I don't want no more
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday