Some bottles of beers on the floor It was just a friday Alcohol in their veins can explain All their red faces He was tripping and with a louder voice Laughing and drinking While staring straight up into the sky Complete lack of sobriety But "what?!" he didn't expect To see a driver that was correct And the friday wouldn't be the same, ever again With that scene on his mind, he won't be the same And his friday, never ends The red face, now, against the floor And the car completely broken There were beers on the steering wheel And tears on his face Attached with blood When he woke up from the dizziness He figure out the shit With broken glass all around him He tried to escape Getting home feeling guilty He realized the shit was he'd killed someone And the friday wouldn't be the same, ever again With that scene on his mind, he won't be the same And his friday, never ends An the red face, this time, shows the shame