Black Friday Blues

Come and paint my Friday blues in colors of your greedy soul
Let me buy my whining child solutions burning oil and coal

In our mortal coil, in the tilling of the soil
In the terror and the toil, we have become embroiled
We are frail out in the cold, so afraid of growing old
So we do as we are told, until we're bought and sold

Trampled down at 5AM, there's not enough for everyone
Gather 'round the wishing well and suffocate inside the throng

As you drown in the pile of the furious and vile
There are fistfights in the aisles for miles and miles

If you were lonely before, now you're no more
No longer sick and poor
We all got problems to solve, lives to devolve
Back down to base mechanics

Under sway of pay, you proclaim you found your way
You pretend like you're ok, as you pray and prey
On the creature in your soul, scared to death of growing old
So you do as you are told, until you're bought and sold



Credits
Writer(s): Audun Heggdal Pedersen
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