The daily drudge deals a mean hand,
Menial commerce makes a mean man,
Youre gonna, youre gonna have a fine time,
Just, just not on my time.
If they could peer behind the screens,
At all your sordid little schemes,
You unleash the tension,
Do things I wouldnt mention.
Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just wont do.
Dont hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die.
Your weekend revolution.
Your Mothers proud of her only son,
What if shed seen the things hes done.
Friday and your five day prison,
Glazed eyes and double vision.
You loutish lads look not for love,
You grab your loins and hunt for blood,
You unleash the tension,
Do things I wouldnt mention.
Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just wont do.
Dont hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die.
Your weekend revolution.
Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just wont do.
Dont hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die.
Your weekend revolution,
Your weekend revolution.
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