Friday Fighting - Sam Fender

Chest pushed out so far his back could break

'Cause girls appreciate the very worst primates

Had I known it when I hit the floor

Fresh from the Mantua war, people scream for more

It’s Friday fighting

Oh, it’s Friday fighting

On the corner with the reprobates

That you will call your mates for all the years you’ll waste

This toxic masculinity

It’s all that I can see in floods of thirsty streets

It’s Friday fighting

Oh, it’s Friday fighting

Oh, it’s Friday and I’m fighting

Let it all out on someone who doesn’t know

What’s behind these closed doors

But it’s Friday, I’ll be fighting

You’ll 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

It’s Friday fighting

Oh, it’s Friday fighting

Oh, it’s Friday and I’m fighting

Let it all out on someone who doesn’t know

What’s behind these closed doors

But it’s Friday and I’m fighting

Let it all out on someone who doesn’t know

What’s behind these closed doors

What’s behind these closed doors

What’s behind these closed doors

What’s behind these closed doors

Oh, it’s Friday

Oh, it’s Friday