It was a Friday night   Another nocturnal delight   Just a time for fun and friends   Not even three seconds into the night   I've been struck by the bottle   A pack of cougars   The wild jackals in hideous form   When I turn my head, there is a legion   They smell of overpriced martinis and Talbots clothing   They like the youth and they think they still have it   You're old and proud, and on the prowl   Baby, just me buy me one more drink   And I'll pretend I'm your emotional friend   Three later, I'm completely reversed   In an unknown car   Cold leather seats and a DVD on the dash   I'm in an import van   Your sad and tired face just does not work for me   What I did tonight   You're fucking up my head   Your sad and tired face doesn't work for me   I have your head in my lap   To squeeze all the life from you   Not just young, also vicious