The Almighty Terribles - Miss Friday Night Lyrics

Monday, woke up alone
Tuesday, nobody's home
Wednesday, seemed to go slow, and
Thursday, comes as it goes, but...

Friday night will take you, to the weekend...
Can you believe the things, that we get away with?

April, showers the Earth, and
July, dried up the dirt. Besides
I don't think you're honest
Three sides, to every promise
Great mistakes have been made, by the people
Just don't forget to find out, what it is you're looking for

Sunday, get ready for church, and
Don't cry, it could be worse
I don't, believe in your God
And, I pray, with my guitar, but...

Friday night will take you, to the weekend...
Can you believe the things, that we get away with?

Get away with, get away with, get away with, we'll get away...