Come On, You Want It, It’s Fucking Friday Night

All the lights have turned on
And we’re wearing our disguises

Yeah, you got a fancy coat now.
Now we’re in the mood for getting out.

Getting out to see the moon—
See the moon—it’s an old man.

See the old man, see the old man, see the old man in the sky.

Come on, yeah, you want it.
Come on, god, you want it.
Come on now, you want it.
Come on, you want it now.

Well, we took the long way ‘round.
Long way ‘round old Downing Street.

We've been rolling, we've been running.
Everything out on the table like some pre-sacrifice.


And I would wait for this forever
just to be treated nice.


But we don't live in the past, in the past, little angel.
We don't live in the past anymore anyhow.

We only live for tomorrow, little angel, precious darling.
Who wants to live in the past anymore anyhow?
Come On, You Want It, It’s Fucking Friday Night

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