Weekend In Paradise
The wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin'
You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin'
Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace
So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money 'cause of all the times you lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
The spring is in his step on Friday afternoon
There's a feelin' sweepin' through the air
All the lads are on the blower, they'll be finishin' soon
In your mind you're already prepared
I'll phone me man for sugar then I'll phone our kid
'Cause he'll cover it til I get paid
Then you're out with all the firm an' you're off your lid
Only confident, never afraid
The night draws to a close and now there's nowhere to go
You turn and look at one of your mates
There's a lad he know from work and he lives alone
So it's more sugar and a couple of crates
Well, is it one of the times when it's all
Worthwhile and you've had a scream?
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw, now the wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin'
You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin'
Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace
So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money 'cause of all the times you lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
Some can handle it no more, some'll do it forever
Spend your weeks walkin' round with your head to the floor
No time for the news or the weather
Your first pint on a Friday, your last gin on a Sunday mornin'
It all creeps up on you in between
No reasons why, no early warnin'
Well, if it's one of the times when it's all
Worthwhile and you've had a scream, that's alright
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw, now the wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin'
You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin'
Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace
So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money 'cause of all the times youi lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin'
Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace
So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money 'cause of all the times you lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
The spring is in his step on Friday afternoon
There's a feelin' sweepin' through the air
All the lads are on the blower, they'll be finishin' soon
In your mind you're already prepared
I'll phone me man for sugar then I'll phone our kid
'Cause he'll cover it til I get paid
Then you're out with all the firm an' you're off your lid
Only confident, never afraid
The night draws to a close and now there's nowhere to go
You turn and look at one of your mates
There's a lad he know from work and he lives alone
So it's more sugar and a couple of crates
Well, is it one of the times when it's all
Worthwhile and you've had a scream?
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw, now the wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin'
You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin'
Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace
So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money 'cause of all the times you lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
Some can handle it no more, some'll do it forever
Spend your weeks walkin' round with your head to the floor
No time for the news or the weather
Your first pint on a Friday, your last gin on a Sunday mornin'
It all creeps up on you in between
No reasons why, no early warnin'
Well, if it's one of the times when it's all
Worthwhile and you've had a scream, that's alright
Or is it burning your bridges at both ends
Same old scene since you were seventeen?
Aw, now the wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin'
You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin'
Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace
So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace
You've never got no money 'cause of all the times youi lend
Was it a pointless three day bender
Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?
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Writer(s): Jamie Mark Webster
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