The Weekend

You go to work
You stay in school
I'm so tired of always acting the fool
Paid for the day
Study at night
I lie down and wonder what it's all for
Got to lay our weary heads to rest and do this shit again

I'm so tired of fucking up the weekend
Giving up a chance to live a life
Fucking up the weekend
Still going home all alone a night
Fucking up the weekend
These eight to fives are a curse and a blight
Why is this the way things are

You say that it's cool
You claim to be fine
But all this pain is for another dime
You could have seen Paris
You could have toured France
And yet you're paying for the hole in your pants
This capital game keeps us from
Seeing the real crime

I'm so tired of fucking up the weekend
Giving up a chance to live a life
Fucking up the weekend
Still going home all alone a night
Fucking up the weekend
These eight to fives are a curse and a blight
Can't believe we've settled for this

Got to eat food
Got to pay rent
Leisure from my wallet damn near spent
He goes through the motions
She watches the clock
We're just wasting, sitting
They ask you the question
You give them the line
Well this lived dream just isn't mine

You go to work
You stay in school
I'm so tired of always acting the fool
Paid for the day
Study at night
I lie down and wonder what it's all for
And we can do much better than this

I'm so tired of fucking up the weekend
Giving up a chance to live a life
Fucking up the weekend
Still going home all alone a night
Fucking up the weekend
Giving up a chance to live a life
Fucking up the weekend
These eight to fives are a curse and a blight
Fucking up the weekend
Giving up a chance to live a life
Fucking up the weekend
Still going home all alone a night
Fucking up the weekend
These eight to fives are a curse and a blight
To what end will you decide



Credits
Writer(s): Davon Dunajski
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