The daily drudge deals a mean hand,
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Menial commerce makes a mean man,
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You're gonna, you're gonna have a fine time,
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Just, just not on my time.
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If they could peer behind the screens,
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At all your sordid little schemes,
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You unleash the tension,
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Do things I wouldn't mention.
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Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
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But your weekend revolution just won't do.
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Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
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In your coffin flat, you sit and die.
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Your weekend revolution.
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Your Mother's proud of her only son,
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What if she'd seen the things he's done.
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Friday and your five day prison,
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Glazed eyes and double vision.
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You loutish lads look not for love,
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You grab your loins and hunt for blood,
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You unleash the tension,
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Do things I wouldn't mention.
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Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
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But your weekend revolution just won't do.
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Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
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In your coffin flat, you sit and die.
|
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Your weekend revolution.
|
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Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
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But your weekend revolution just won't do.
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Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
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In your coffin flat, you sit and die.
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Your weekend revolution,
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Your weekend revolution.
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Weekend Revolution
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| The Ordinary Boys |
