Thursday Night Lyrics

We're out drinking again

Different night but same old plan

A little bit tired

Starting to get drunk

I'm thinking of going home

Still able to read my telephone

It is decided

I should go home

I got to do what I gotta do

He's gotta do what he's gotta do

It's good for me and it's good for you

I've got to thinking and I gotta say

He's gotta think and he's gotta say

That there's only one fucking way

This is the night

That I'm going to bed so I'll be fine

In the morning I'll be alright

This is the night

That I'm going to sleep so I'll be fine

In the morning I'll be alright

Driving home while I still could

Recognize buildings in my neighbourhood

Telling myself that I did it

Not seeing the tramrails coming up

Smashed flat on my face for a nice close-up

Tomorrow morning will still be shit

I got to do what I gotta do

He's gotta do what he's gotta do

It's good for me and it's good for you

I've got to thinking and I gotta say

He's gotta think and he's gotta say

That there's only one fucking way

This is the night

That I'm going to bed so I'll be fine

In the morning I'll be alright

This is the night

That I'm going to sleep so I'll be fine

In the morning I'll be alright

This is the night

That I'm going to bed so I'll be fine

In the morning I'll be alright

This is the night

That I'm going to sleep so I'll be fine

In the morning I'll be alright

Alright