Last Next Weekend

Another crowded bar on Carson Street, where boys try to meet,
but it's too loud for talking
They watch the girls adjusting halter tops when the music stops
and the liquor kicks in

Another weekend and there's been no change, been no difference
You can blink 'cause it will be the same, you'll be back next weekend

Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined?
Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined??

There are some homies, wannabe MCs, with their sagging jeans
and their hats turned sideways
There are some corporate-types without their suits,
put on dancing shoes, won't take off 'til Monday

Another hookup, used the same damned line, it's clubland magic
Same routine but it works every time, it's automatic

Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined?
Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined?

I still can't find my shadow and I'm still a shallow man
Made my way out of my cave it didn't go to plan
Subtleties and honesty, you're not the only one
Trapped

Early Sunday, time to clean the mess, take your meds and rest,
reconcile, recover
In the evening call up your girlfriends, when hangovers end,
gossip about each other

Another weekend and there's been no change, been no difference
You can blink 'cause it will be the same, you'll be back next weekend

Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined?
Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined?
Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined?
Hey, do you ever wanna get out of here?
Hey, has it turned out like you imagined?