Thursday night, the feeling's right

Here comes the weekend, here comes the night

Gotta stay awake, to stay up late

They don't give a shit, they don't give a fuck

When the music's high in their spaced out club

When the alcohol rushes through their brains

And they lose control with the drugs they take



Friday night, the feeling's right

This is the weekend, the second night

Gotta stay awake, to stay up late

Don't wanna see the sun cause it hurts their eyes

Sleep the day away, come out at night

Pick up strangers, gotta get laid

Before the night is over they forget their names



Saturday night, the feeling's right

When it comes to Sunday they're riding high

Gotta stay awake, to stay up late

Need another drink to socialize

And a line of coke to feel real nice

Monday morn' they're in a lousy state

But they got three days to recuperate



Take me to oblivion

Make me forget

I stumble and I fall, got my back to the wall

I snug with the strangers flirting at the bar