Lyrics

Kneel down, to the one who loves Every little thing about you, that you're not confident of Pray, to the one who waits, for five long days of torment That make you sauvate Have faith, in what creates An overwhelming sense of freedom, in which we all relate Fall down, doesn't meen you're meek Looking forward to the nightmare of the working week Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week Packed full of broken hearts And plans to write a movie even got someone to play the part Big words, and big ideas To put them into action needs another beer Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me Where it ends is still a mystery Laugh, you're not alone In feeling trapped inside this cycle on your own Break out, It's not too late Protecting your identity the most important thing today All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me Where it ends is still a mystery Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me Where it ends is still a mystery