You're counting little monies and you're hedging little beds
A song that you've been singing is in everybody's head
You need to feel the freedom from a paycheck
They'll pay to let you down
Saving all your memories for a Sunday slow
Everything is empty 'til they lift that little rope
Some spirits in the blood erase the dead
And all will sing from their death bed
You're a weekend warrior a weekend warrior
What if you fade
What if you're skin grows pale
And she was made for breaking everyone that comes inside
She'll draw you with her heat but then it only means goodbye
But oh my little boy you need to try
So try
And will she have a soft spot for the dark side of your life
You give her something steaming from your rusted little pipe
And if you make a terrible mistake
Then all your friends will laugh and say
You're a weekened warrior a weekend warrior
What if you fade
What if your skin grows pale
Could you hurt somebody's feelings
All is fair in a death
Did you hurt somebody's feelings
All is fair in a death
Did you hurt somebody's feelings
All is fair in a death
Did you hurt somebody's feelings
All is fair in a death
Did you hurt somebody's feelings
All is fair in a death
Did you hurt somebody's feelings
All is fair in a death