Weekend Revolution Lyrics

The daily drudge deals a mean hand,
Menial commerse makes a mean man,
You're gonna, you're gonna have a fine time,
Just, just not on my time
If they couls peer behind the screens,
At all your sordid little schemes,
You unleash the tension,
Do things i wouldn't mention
Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do,
Don't hang yourself with your christmas tie,
In your coffin flat,
You sit and die,
Your weekend revolution
Your mother's proud of her only son,

What if she could see the things he's 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 wouldn't mention
Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do,
Don't hang yourself with your christmas tie,
In your coffin flat,
You sit and die,
Your weekend revolution
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written by BROWN, WILLIAM JONATHAN / PRESTON, SAMUEL DYLAN MURPHY
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group