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The world is run by lunatics so
Who gives a fuck?
Let's light it up, let's make a mess
Let's coalesce, let's make a fuss
The world is filled with psychopaths so
I wanna drink
I wanna fight
I wanna rage against the fucking machine

They told me I can't be myself
But myself's all I can be
I'm unique
And I do it seven days of the week
I'm feeling free
But the world, it wanna keep me down
See, I'm a king
I won't let anybody take my crown

Thank God it's Friday
And I'm feeling alive
I'll do it my way
'Til the day that I die
Thank God it's Friday
And I'm getting some love
Middle fingers up
'Til the reaper shows up, yeah

The world is owned by maniacs so
I'm making art
I'm going hard, I'm taking names
Acting insane, breaking guitars
The world it don't take prisoners, so
I'm going wild
I'm acting up, 'cause I got sick
Of fucking faking my smile

Lost in the mosh pit, coughing
Wanna call God but he's outta the office
Clickbait shop till we all get nauseous
Amazon boxes looking like coffins
I'm exhausted
But I ain't dead yet
Life's a dog fight, baby
Come and place your bets

Thank God it's Friday
And I'm feeling alive
I'll do it my way
'Til the day that I die
Thank God it's Friday
And I'm getting some love
Middle fingers up
'Til the reaper shows up, yeah

Middle fingers up
'Til the reaper shows up, yeah

Thank God it's Friday
And I'm feeling alive
I'll do it my way
'Til the day that I die
Thank God it's Friday
And I'm getting some love
Middle fingers up
'Til the reaper shows up, yeah

Thank God it's Friday
And I'm feeling alive
I'll do it my way
'Til the day that I die
Thank God it's Friday
And I'm getting some love
Middle fingers up
'Til the reaper shows up, yeah

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Justin Thomas Daly, Kristine Flaherty, Tom Morello, Tommy English