Hide in the grass

Whole amount of love to the task

Where we smoke again

Over knocked out fast

Over night my body

Turns a top, turn a top

Over night my guidance

Turns a coal rider

(Friday night)

(Friday night)

Over my dead body

To the mop, to the mop

Over my dead body

Through the clock rye

Over the task

All to do a matador mask

Wait in the path

Where we smoke again fast

Over night my guiding

Whole amount of love to the task

Whole amount of love to the task

Whole amount of love to the task

Whole amount of love to the task

Over my dead body

Through the rock, through the clock

Over your dead body

Wanna live again

Wanna live again

Keep on living then

(Friday night)

Friday night

Over mind no matter

With a mock, with a mock

Over laid my time

To the mop, to the mop

Over night my body

Turn the lock, turn the lock

Silver lite my miser (My)

Clover thy lie silent

To the cop, to the crop

Over lite my martyr

Oh my mind’s all mine

Over my dead body

Through the lock, through the clock

There's a way to go

There's a way to go

(Friday night)

Over mind, over no matter

With a mock, with a mock

Over laid my time

To the -my body

Over night my body

Turn the lock, turn the lock

Over night my body

Oh my mind, oh my mind

Over my dead body

Through the clock, through the clock

Through the rock, through the clock

There's a way to go

Over my dead

Oh my mind, oh my

(Over my)

(Over my)

(Over my)

(Over my dead)

(To the mop, to the mop)