Holy Smokes

I came across the child of my mind
I left that kid near deaf, dumb, and blind
He looked at me with a cheeky smile
And said today is my day and tonight's my night

And he said holy smokes
Get me to the weekend
'Cause this isn't what I call being alive
And he said oh my lord
I must be freaking
To think I was born just to work 'til I die

He got a black eye and a broken nose
Says he cut out his heart
And he sold his soul
He's not quite sure what he needs to know
But he's certain of the places he's gotta go

And he sang holy smokes
Get me to the weekend
'Cause this isn't what I call being alive
And he sang oh my lord
I must be freaking
To think I was born just to work 'til I die

Holy smokes get me to the weekend
'Cause this isn't what I call being alive
And he said oh my lord
I must be freaking
To think I was born just to work 'til I die

And he said holy smokes
Get me to the weekend
'Cause this isn't what I call being alive
And he sang oh my lord
I must be freaking
To think I was born just to work 'til I die



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Writer(s): James Graham
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