Dead Friday - Most Wanted

I’m on the streets again

Heading to a show with my friends

I don’t feel too right

Traveling round to play a show

You said you comfort me

But there’s know one here

There’s know one I can see

I don’t feel to great

To stand alone in this smoked out place

Dead Friday, Dead Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again

Dead Friday, Dead Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again

I’ve been playing you

Trying to brag, but I’m can’t

And I’m late again

You, said I can’t be

All I want, cause I’m so tired tonight

I don’t feel to great

Don’t even know and just can’t relate

Oh I’m feeling used

Just playing blues in this fucked up place!

Dead Friday, Dead Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again

Dead Friday, Dead Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again

You said you’d comfort me

Hold my hand and show me people I can’t see

I don’t feel too great

To go on stage in this fucked up place!

Dead Friday, Dead Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again

Dead Friday, Dead Friday, Dead Friday, it’s Friday night again