Friday Night Lyrics

Nine o'clock,
Friday night,
You don't know what to do.
The Seven Eleven's where it's at,
This story once again is all too true
Smoking pot and sipping sodas
Maxing on the cold concrete
I gotta get out of this redundant routine
But this town is just way too bleak

Killing time and wasting life
Watching all the cars as the drive by
Wasting life and killing time
I'm losing my mind

One a.m.
Saturday morning Closet Monster - Friday Night - http://motolyrics.com/closet-monster/friday-night-lyrics.html
You don't know where you've been
Driving around,
No destination,
Nomadic wandering's a thrill

Jesse wants to smoke up,
London wants to grow up,
and Kyle's score still under par
Talking about you idle ideologies:
Political... BLAH BLAH BLAH

Killing time and wasting life
Watching all the cars as they drive by
Wasting life and killing time
I'm losing my mind

Wasting time and killing LIFE