So I'm asking people where they are when I'm still here Fridays, Saturdays on the road and money in my pocket But I don't care, the world wants a full club It's true, they're listening to my music again The world wants Fridays, Saturdays we're on the road How many mornings do I go home, don't even ask I'll do it on Friday and I'll stop on Sunday Then I'll just sleep or we'll do new things Water, water, I'm going home Light on the highway, they run around me like time Petrol pump, light on Fridays, Saturdays We're stars that don't fade We're long and sometimes dark In the heart, endless current We'll get rid of those chains We're stars that don't fade We're long and sometimes dark In the heart, endless current We'll get rid of those chains Those chains I don't like the posh life anymore I enjoyed the hype I'm glad people are listening I don't know what to expect Mists, motels, feces and drops Faded lines, fake ass Big pancakes, red mirrors On the hearts of old messages that we'll meet again Water, water, I'm going home Light on the highway, they run around me like time Petrol pump, light on Fridays, Saturdays We're stars that don't fade We're long and sometimes dark In the heart, endless current We'll get rid of those chains We're stars that don't fade We're long and sometimes dark In the heart, endless current We'll get rid of those chains We're stars that don't fade We're long and sometimes dark In the heart, endless current We'll get rid of those chains We're stars that don't fade We're long and sometimes dark In the heart, endless current We'll get rid of those chains Those chains