Friday Fighting

Woah
Chest pushed out so far his back will break
Cos girls appreciate the very worst primates
Had I known it when I hit the floor
Fresh from the Mantua war people scream for more
Its Friday fighting
Oh its Friday fighting
On the corner with the reprobates
That you will call your mates
For all the years youll waste
This toxic masculinity
Its all that I can see
In floods of thirsty streets
Its Friday fighting
Oh its Friday fighting
Oh its Friday and Im fighting
Let it all out on someone who doesnt know
Whats behind these closed doors
But its Friday, Ill be fighting
Youll find him by the way he walks
And all the girls he warps
With his addictive talk
The door I turn attention to
The boy that had no clue
What he was coming to
Its Friday fighting
Oh its Friday fighting
Oh its Friday and Im fighting
Let it all out on someone who doesnt know
Whats behind these closed doors
But its Friday and Im fighting
Let it all out on someone who doesnt know
Whats behind these closed doors
Whats behind these closed doors
Whats behind these closed doors
Whats behind these closed doors
Oh its Friday
Oh its Friday