Weekends

I'm hungry, but I don't have any money
My bank account is empty, because I have to pay rent
I have a car, but I can't go far
Because everything costs something

I'm just working all the time
My body's sore and so is my mind
Waiting for my paycheque is so hard
But it keeps me in line

My friends call me, they say
"You should come out tonight"
I have to tell them it's not in the budget, plus I work at nine
So I'm always staying home, I play guitar, then go to bed
It's hard to keep friends, when you're barely just getting by

I'm just working all the time
My body's sore and so is my mind
Waiting for my paycheque is so hard
But it keeps me in line

Weekends

Weekends, are boring
If you don't have any money
Weekends, are boring
If you don't have any money



Credits
Writer(s): Brodie Roberts
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