Friday Night
House Heroes Lyrics


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And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last Friday night;
I don't want to spend this Friday night,
dying by the record machine.

All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void.
There are so many things that I should be doing
but I don't, and I don't change.
All day kerosene, all day I play with matchbooks.
I push them all away or burn them alive in attempts to save me.
Regret would require less arrogance.

And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last Friday night;
I don't want to spend this Friday night,
dying by the record machine.

I like myself on the following conditions:
that I'm better than the next guy
at everything I'm into.
And my looks are important if I'm less sophisticated.
And my girlfriend's a bombshell and I'm all she's ever dated.
And money's an object if it pays for my ego.
Power's the drug, and pride is the needle.
And it rips through my skin and goes into my bloodstream.
I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it.
Regret would require less arrogance.

And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last Friday night;
I don't want to spend this Friday night,
dying by the record machine.

And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last Friday night;
I don't want to spend this Friday night,
picking fights by the record machine.

True, but not quite,
that I'm tired of the fantasy.
And I see the light,
but the dark is so accommodating.
The worst mistake I could make
is watch you walk away.
Not that I know how to change.
I do it just the same.

And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last Friday night;
I don't want to spend this Friday night,
dying by the record machine.

And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last Friday night;
I don't want to spend this Friday night,




picking fights by the record machine.
The record machine.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of House Heroes’ song “Friday Night” tell the story of a person who is tired of living a superficial life and wants to change their ways. The person is addicted to cigarettes and trying to fill a void with entertainment. They acknowledge that there are things they should be doing but are not making an effort to change. They have a sense of arrogance and believe they are better than others at everything they are doing. They value their looks, their partner's appearance, money, power, and pride. There is a sense of self-destruction in their behavior, as they joke about choking on it. The song's message is that the person is tired of this way of living and wants to break out of it, but they don't know how to change.


The “record machine” is mentioned several times in the song, and it is a metaphor for the person's current state of life. They don't want to die by the record machine, a metaphor for the routine of their current state, as they did on the previous Friday night. They don't want to pick fights by the record machine, either, meaning they don't want to stay in the same negative cycle. The song's message is about breaking from one's addiction to superficiality and finding a way to live a more fulfilling life.


Line by Line Meaning

And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
I don't want to waste this Friday night


like I had to spend last Friday night;
like how I had to spend the previous Friday night


I don't want to spend this Friday night,
I want to enjoy this Friday night


dying by the record machine.
being stuck in a repetitive and unfulfilling routine


All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void.
Using cigarettes and distractions to cope with emptiness


There are so many things that I should be doing
I know I should be productive


but I don't, and I don't change.
but I don't take action or make changes


All day kerosene, all day I play with matchbooks.
Playing with fire and danger to add excitement to life


I push them all away or burn them alive in attempts to save me.
Pushing away things that could benefit me or destroying them


Regret would require less arrogance.
Being too proud to admit regret or wrongdoing


I like myself on the following conditions:
I only like myself if certain criteria are met


that I'm better than the next guy
Being superior to others is important to me


at everything I'm into.
Being the best at my interests defines my worth


And my looks are important if I'm less sophisticated.
Physical appearance is important if I lack sophistication


And my girlfriend's a bombshell and I'm all she's ever dated.
Having an attractive and exclusive partner increases my value


And money's an object if it pays for my ego.
Money is only important if it boosts my ego


Power's the drug, and pride is the needle.
Having power and excessive pride are addictive


And it rips through my skin and goes into my bloodstream.
The addiction to power and pride is all-consuming


I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it.
Feeling both pleasure and suffocation from the addiction


Regret would require less arrogance.
Admitting regret would require humility


like I had to spend last Friday night;
like how I had to spend the previous Friday night


And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
I don't want to waste this Friday night


picking fights by the record machine.
Starting arguments or confrontations out of boredom


True, but not quite,
Partially correct but not completely


that I'm tired of the fantasy.
I'm tired of living in an unrealistic world


And I see the light,
I understand the reality of the situation


but the dark is so accommodating.
However, the allure of the previous fantasy is still strong


The worst mistake I could make
The most detrimental decision I could make


is watch you walk away.
Is to let go of someone or something that's important to me


Not that I know how to change.
I don't know how to make things better


I do it just the same.
I continue repeating the same mistakes


like I had to spend last Friday night;
like how I had to spend the previous Friday night


And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
I don't want to waste this Friday night


picking fights by the record machine.
Starting arguments or confrontations out of boredom


The record machine.
The repetitive and unfulfilling routine that I want to avoid




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